eyes of pain
I saw her skinny legs from a mile away,
How she walked and ran straight my way.
As she approached, her hair a mess,
On her body a filthy dress.
She came my way a little at first,
Her eyes devoured my drink with pure thirst.
I offered her the rest, and to my dismay,
She bolted, and she ran away.
I thought I'd seen her once before,
Rooting in trash, outside my door.
Her eyes, that's what I saw...were mean,
As if no love, those eyes had ever seen.
Around the corner, I found her there,
That little girl with the matted hair.
A tear dropped down her filthy cheek,
As she gave me just a subtle little peek.
She turned and ran without a word,
Tripped and stumbled, her pain I heard.
I've never seen that little girl again,
The tiny little thing, one without sin.
I wrote this for Shadow and it still ranks as one of the most sad things I've ever written. It is still for Shadow, but I don't think she'll mind if I share it with you again.
2007-07-01
10:31:50
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