Daughter: She opens the door to find the child huddled in the corner curled in a ball this child is bleeding her heart is torn her soul worn from the battles and scorn The childs tears mix with her mothers their pain is dealt by others she cries out loud now her pain is too… Continue reading Poetry from a madman
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I can’t even love this…
Walking alone down a crowded street. Her face is held down and her arms are crossed. She walks with no purpose, but seems to be going nowhere fast. People don’t give her a second glance, or even a first. No one is envious or proud of her. She is just there. So on she walks,… Continue reading I can’t even love this…