Invisible Lady (1)
Invisible ladyBlended into the
Panelled background
Of a smoke filled
Lounge bar.
She sits in her isolation
Of self-made unhappiness
A carafe of wine
Her companion.
Eyes, that are not just sad
But weary
Filled with the resignation
That comes at the end of life
When hopes are not realised.
Dressed in the muted colours
Of faded dreams.
Her shoulders stoop
For the unshed tears
To fill her cup, again and again.
Take a look
See what I see
Does her countenance not fill
You with hopeless pity?
Lost in an almost ghostlike shroud
Exuding such moribund misery.
Defeat shows in every line and crevasse
Of her face, those cast down eyes
That brim, but not fall.
Truth can't be found
At the bottom of her glass
She is invisible to all
Just a breath of air on a
Damp winters day
As lovers hurry to get warm.
And so she will sit
Lost in the shadows
Of a life
That no one sees.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2013-03-25 at 20:21
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