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After the blues

Her hair it burnt like summer skies and trees, their colours swirled

before the ashes claimed her wings and left her just a girl

No longer free to fly and drift along upon the breeze

She now exists without a wish like meaningless debris

But life it wasn't meant to be like this or so she thought

She wanted out she tried so hard she fought and fought and fought

But when the darkness came it came so hard and swift

It left her lying here without a fear, without a dream or hope

I watched as she went down alone, sinking like a boat

[I absolutely can't think of an appropriate title for this, so I keep changing it and it never sounds quite right. Any feedback would be greatly, greatly appreciated]

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Permalink Reply by Kerryn Lee Bon. on August 21, 2011 at 20:22

How about 'Girl Adrift' or 'Solitary Embrace'?

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Permalink Reply by Richard Castellari on August 23, 2011 at 20:56

Hey Desiree, I love the imagery in this. It really strikes a chord. How about something simple like "Sinking". It sort of fits with the journey you tell and ties into the last line.

Cheers