We shelter our sisters from the storm
Giving them false hope and freedom
Their tears will be washed away in the flood
But their sins remain
like red wine on a white table cloth
bad blood tainting their minds then souls
Then they infect the rest of us
Some take their lives
Or stay imprisoned forever
Bounded by chains and cut by thorns
Flowers wilt fast but what about drowning them?
-Anna
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Dark Aftermath
PoetryGraveyard for dark thoughts "Dark thoughts and careless whispers became the shadow of the person I once was". . . . . . I am entering a new chapter of my life and I am grateful for seeing more light than darkness now. Here's a collection of poems...
