She goes about her nothing way
Pointing plastic smiles at cardboard figures,
Doing relatives and others on given dates at given times,
As surely marked on some drab calendar.
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How empty can a soul be. Empty 'til the soul doesn't exist? An excellent read,10
OUCH! I'd like to think people like this would gain a tiny glimmer of insight when reading this. But they never will. That's why I'm glad I can feel 'ouch! ' when I read it: 0)
Well described Diana. She sounds a young soul who is vacant and self centered. She also sounds like 'no one in particular'. She also sounds like the so so modern gray houses that don't let anyone in or see in, but they can see out. Selfish houses. Selfish woman. Great poem! 10 Karin Anderson