Forlorn

Do you see

Is that me

It's sure not who

I meant to be

Look behind

The old French doors

Up the stair

Then two more floors

Can you see me

Sitting there

Looking like

I've not a care

Look past all that

Crazy hair

And tattered dress

That used to flair

Forget the sunken eyes

That stare

Out the window

Barred, and bare

I really know

It's me inside

Trying desperately

To hide

I watch my shadow

Sleep at night

And cower in

The morning's light

Sometimes I think

I'm exiled here

Oh, how I wish

To disappear

By Sharon Cunningham

From: United States

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