She searched ,
with bandaged hands
and burned arms
for the warmth of a soul
in the caked faces
of false men.
She searched ,
with filthy hands
and blind eyes
for joys of life
in the graves
of those who knew
only its tragedies.
She searched ,
with livid hands
and false smiles
for the beauty of reality
in the shadows
smeared upon her walls
and in the moonlight
glaring down upon her.
She searched
with manicured hands
and lyrical words
for gods
in the approval
and recognition of men.
She searched
until she finally found
but
the very things
for which she searched
searched in her
and found
nothing,
but two hands
with blind eyes
burned arms
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