Discarded Pearl

September 16, 2011
By juliam PLATINUM, Windermere, Florida
juliam PLATINUM, Windermere, Florida
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Glittering like morning dew
Their laughter shines like chiming bells.
I sit alone – avoid the blues
And wish I wasn’t in a shell.

My visits now bring discontent
Detached – I walk with eyes downcast
They do not care for my torment
And so I sit – now an outcast.

Remembering the days gone by
Remembering when I was queen
The tears like diamonds trace my cheek
But no one sees their lonely sheen.

The gods who, on their mountain, dwell.
My friends before but now no more.
Though like a wave my sadness swells
Now all of them I do abhor.

Hell – so dark – but it’s my home,
The place of the forgotten dead
When I am there, I am alone
And so I sit – the world’s reject.

Remembering the days gone by
Remembering when I was queen
The tears like diamonds trace my cheek
But no one sees their lonely sheen.

Now my life – devoid of pleasure
The world I know, I’ve watched unfurl
I used to be the god’s great treasure
But today I am their discarded pearl.

Remembering the days gone by
Remembering when I was queen
The tears like diamonds trace my cheek
But no one sees their lonely sheen.

Remembering the days gone by
Remembering when I was queen
The tears like diamonds trace my cheek
But no one sees my lonely pain.



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