The outcast

She was quite eye-catching 
Her portrait was captivating 
Easily the prettiest graffiti on the wall 
But as time passed, she'd her downfall 
Scribbled over and torn 
She looks rather forlorn 
Her eyes no longer have that glint 
The scribbles over her are a hint 
That her best days are in the past 
She was now an outcast 
In the world of graffiti 
Unwanted by the city 
She bore the brunt of time 
Covered in a thick layer of grime 
A remnant from a glorious past 
That surprisingly seemed to last

This poem was written in response to Sadje’s What Do You See prompt #90. Thank you, Sadje for hosting this challenge. The challenge is to use the picture prompt as inspiration to compose an original story, poem, or a caption.

For the visually challenged reader, the image shows a woman’s painting on a wall. There are words scribbled on the sides of the wall art and people have drawn on the face too.

Image courtesy: Sean Robertson @Unsplash

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