
She blends with glass, stained and downtrodden
Roaming the sacred halls, with those, misbegotten
The face so hopeless, sadly, no smile on her lips
She, a ghostly figure, marked, for eternal unbliss
Brick covered walls, will keep her safely inside
Painted on flowers, create a scene, she confides
In her imagination, lets it take flight, in this place
She wants only to stay, as she longs for embrace
Yet, roaming about, she leaves no trace behind
She keeps to herself, in the hopes, she can find
The one thing she misses, in this ungodly world
But, afraid to find it, keeps her heart, tightly furled
Til, alas, she gives up, and gives in, such a shame
This pretty young maiden, they don’t know her name
For none claim to see her, even though she is there
Seems they only feel coldness, surely, tis Liza’s despair
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo ©Sue Vincent – Imagination
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