The marks on her arms,
The tears in her eyes,
The inner calm,
The web of lies,
All these lead to the same conclusion
Death,
Destruction,
The constant confusion
Caused by the never ending illusion,
Created by pain,
Her constant shame,
Solved with a knife,
That's it
Its gone,
A life for a life.
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Author:
Bethan123 (
Offline) - Published: April 4th, 2016 06:55
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Comments1
HI BETHAN - Welcome to MY POETIC SIDE - a very nice site ! Every individual Human Life is precious and has a unique purpose. We must all die sometime but when our life is cut short we must all bear the shame and the blame. Powerful initial poem with great flow and rhyme pattern. Thanks for caring and sharing - BRIAN
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