Poetry from the Corner of Barbara Kasey Smith’s World:
Freshness of a young face faded
lines and contours drawn
time stole the youthful expressions
labors stained the once promising smile
eyes flinch in agony and misery
a shell of torment stands before me.
In the past a jovial and ecstatic person
life of the party, never a frown.
Life’s disappointments filched her beauty
took away splendor assets
fashioned a drab, vacant façade
fidgety and irresolute in her surroundings.
I searched expressions to find an identity
not a sign of the person I had loved;
cold and anxious, afraid to converse.
Tears in my heart are hard to hold back
existence left external scars, vacancy…
a desire to turn pages of time back.
Barbara Kasey Smith is the writer of this poem – Copyright 2016 – Use by Permission Only.