whisp and mist of fog
constant code of confusion
not seen through a rusty door
a dirty peephole or cracks in the wood
I'll never understand you
or why you did what you did
I guess I don't understand abuse
I guess I don't get hurting a child for fun.
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Metaphors here as well as a direct hint at past pain still present. Sad and haunting
thank you
Wow, another amazing poem by one of my favorite poets. Great job NinjaGirl 🙂
thank you so much!
Powerful and poignant.
thanks!
Nor should you understand it. I don't understand it either, my dear friend. All I can say is that your title says it all...it is truly unfathomable. ❤️🩹🌹👏 Sending you lots of ninja hugs 🤗. Not even sure what a "ninja hug" is...but I am sending them! 🤣
It doesn't matter what it is...it has the two best words in the English language!
It doesn't matter what it is...it has the two best words in the English language!
It doesn't matter what it is...it has the two best words in the English language!
Indeed! I thought so too!
Powerfully penned and poignant. Painful to think about and yet it happens all too often.
Yes, thank you so much for reading
the pain echoes and stands out so well, that the reader cannot but fail to see the misery of the suffering person
hauntingly beautiful
thank you
you are always welcome
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