Surrounded by four looming black walls,
Tears washing down over her gaping deep scars,
She sat reminded of the crimes she didn't do,
And the two helpless hearts beating within her in woo.
She was an inmate - a woman of defiance,
And all she could do was scream in silence.
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Bleeding words (Poetry)
Poetry"Raise your words, not your voice. It's rain that grows plants, not thunder." - Rumi. Words. They can kill and they can heal. They can hurt and they can reveal. They are written and they are thought. They are read and they are bought. They are w...
