Haunted eyes stare through me,
Searching, longing, lost at sea,
Soundless cries echo within,
A prisoner in her own skin.
Hidden traumas itch and gnaw,
While the circling buzzards caw,
Hands wave from a waring mind,
As she leaves the world behind.
A glitched heart stained in pain,
Just three steps before insane,
Gritted sickness, snatch and grab,
A pretty present on a slab.
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Author:
A.L.H (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 6th, 2024 05:16
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Comments2
Great write
From the haunting 1st line to the slab at the end
Rhyme and rhythm spot on also
Thoroughly enjoyed
I'm so glad you enjoyed!
Thankyou! 🙂
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