My Old Privileged Life

Mon, 04/11/2016 - 12:43 -- Zizi16

I had lead such a privileged life.
I danced toe to toe with rich men everyday.
They brought me expensive clothes that they thought would warm my soul.
Their eyes tied in knots at the sight of me.
Their eyes had sunlight between growing at the sight of me.
Now my body rots with the wind of time, falling to the despair and loneliness of death.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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