I've started writing some abstract poetry as a coping stratagie..so I thought I might share one to see what you all think. *laughs* It could be nothing more than usless blathering, but I thought I'd share it anyways..


SOMETHING LESS THAN BEFORE

Has she changed because she's smaller?
What's the difference?
The same empty soul,
The same sad existence.

She stands out
All she wants is not to be seen.

Is she an object, something to be owned
displayed?
The pain is painted in her soul
But her face still smiles.

She stands out
All she wants is not to be seen

Very nice Fael, sounds a little like where I'm at rite now.

Thanks for sharing, and have a Merry Yule,
Â* Â* Â* Â* Morgana

Fael hello honey!! I like it, its sad in away but then its not. I think we have all felt this way sometime in our life. Thanks for sharing!!!!

Thanks for the replies! I'm glad you all liked it. Like I said, it was just me playing with some words. I've some short stories, but they're pretty graphic..

For playing with words this came out great.