No taste for seasons
as if there were none.
No joy or sorrow meant
for battles lost or won.
craving, yearning
for any kind of love,
a pining soul dying under
weighty decisions made above.
No care for natural beauty
for no concern she'd heard,
Neither a cackle of geese
nor a chirrup of birds
Emotionless she stood
Sleepless she lay
Dreaming, wishing
for vitality to be taken away.
Oh for a change of climate,
oh for a glimpse of the glory
possibly an anecdote, long-forgotten
or a childhood story?
oh for a wish to wish,
or a chance to relive
maybe a passer by who could
out of goodness, give?
but no second glances come
towards her countenance
none yielding to her look
that sought acceptance
ignored, abandoned
and fearful still
living in squalor
out of His free will...
[any suggestions for a title would be welcome]
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