Notice of absence from cinnamon jacobs
I'll be back soon
I'll be back soon
The doors slam
The cries desperate for help
The pain in her eyes, the fire in her chest
Slowly she reaches for her protector
only to be left with the sligh touch of finer tips brushing away, as the doors open she she's the light, but only shows the tears of joy down her cheeks, finally after days of the crying and torment, the anger all is held back by her cries
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Author:
Sympathy (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 5th, 2018 01:38
- Comment from author about the poem: This was me at a young age day and night
- Category: Forgiveness
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