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Prophecy for the girl
by Sam Roberts
An array of voices bounded her,
Their decisions, their truths
They agonized her interior,
They confused her existence,
And the whispers continued to berate
She wants so much, her own prophecy
But still there are too many happy faces
And too many washed-out complexions when she
decides something incorrect
Her truths are always struggled to be commended.
Voices, airless whispers,
They preach her forecast
They predict her life
They tormented her very being
The funny thing is
They didnt even know her.
03/15/2003 Posted on 03/15/2003
Copyright © 2024 Sam Roberts
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 03/16/03 at 02:38 AM I loved this the first time I read it.. and am very glad that you had it copied. There is a tragic romantic beauty to this. How often this occurs, is heartbreaking.... |
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