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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