Joyce Carol Vincent (1965–2003)
She lived a life so far,
From all her fallen dreams.
Wrapped inside her sorrow,
Turning time into tears.
She’s just a silhouette.
A silent, lonely figure.
So easy to forget.
Adrift amongst the memories.
Left waiting for the tears to fall.
She evades the tenderness
Caught between the innocence
And the emptiness.
Undone by all her mysteries.
Just waiting for the tears to fall.
She sings from better days.
A voice inside the dust,
So slowly fades.
Divided in too many ways.
Still waiting for the tears to fall.
Oh my goodness! How incredibly sad this story is! You've written a very tender tribute poem. Beautifully done.
How anyone's life, or death, for that matter, could go unnoticed for three years...with no one missing her, is beyond my comprehension. I pity those who let her get lost.....an prayer for her soul at PEACE. What a tragic tale within your verses. Well done reminding us of the fragility of life. PEACE
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I would like to translate this poem
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