by A. Scott Boddie
(New York city)


She lost her beauty
As true countenance
came to be, as age,
like masks, covered.

Old and haggard,
like the ugliness of humanity.

She lost her beauty

Empty like hollow wood.
Discarded by maturity.

Her life euphorically ended.
Hiding lifelong secrets.

Never hiding her eyes

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by: Anonymous

omg this poem is so 5 star

by: Gay Cannon

I love the doll metaphor. I wish it were accurate to human aging and perhaps it is for some; however and sadly I think the pull of gravity around the eyes makes them seem aged first and changes the countenance the most.

Still not to be too literal the poem in its essence works fabulously. Too many lives are hollow, holding too many secrets and I might add lies. Well done.

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