I hold on.
My hands bleed,
grow numb
as I try
and calm
pent up anger
and pain
in my anguished soul
and look towards
a bright new dawn
praying
and believing
some of today's sunshine
will find its way
through my body
and heart
through my mind
into the darkest dismal corners
of my battered bruised soul.
A contest entry
- Torn between two worlds by flounder416.
400 points, ended March 27, 19 entries
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