Outcast

Outcast

Darkness.

Thunders heavy rain.

No one but a little girl.

Staggers, hiding deep pain.

Yet she still smiles,

Eyes forward, shining.

Like wide, pure pearls.


She cries alone.

Tears rolling down.

Full of fear.

Coping on her own.

The pain is immensely severe.


Ragged clothes,

Which are all worn out.

With a voice,

Dry and cracked.

Paining, full of doubt.

Comforting,

Will have no impact.


She cowers,

In a corner.

Drowned,

In a deep thought.

She is seen as nothing

But a foreigner.

It is the outcast who is in distraught.



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