Torment
The torment eats away
At the shattered soul
Lying at it's feet
The useless beating
Of a broken heart
Continues through
The shattering glass
The futile searching
The futile fighting
Is leading to nowhere
A dark and empty space
Left to die
The torment continues
The soul has two choices
Stay broken
Or climb back up
Using torment as a crutch
It can rise above
And be stronger then it
Once was
1.8.2016
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Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
