Wednesday, July 15, 2009

MALOUCA……..QUEM E?

Ask her who she is?
She can’t remember
Her memory is vivid,
Like a broken mirror.

Multiple personalities,
Define her,
Men and Women,
Avoid her.

People deny,
They knew her,
When they had her,
They loved her…..

They partied,
They laughed,
In sorrow and disgrace,
They deny her.

Into the shadows
They disappear
The loneliness,
Torments her.

© thelma migue, 2009.

2 comments:

  1. The torture of loneliness strikes to the deepest depths...
    Thanks Thelma, as usual, wonderful job. Bless you.
    LARRY LIZA.

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