Feels like it was not
worth another trip to
the place. That I have
went. See very minute
I allow to go away. Shaking
he places a hand upon my
shoulder. Asking me I call his
danger. If ever I need fath it
now. Where does any living
confused? he'll decide a lost
that never thought to be fear-
less. Outside cries of torment
comes from within. She takes all
her bodly possions and strips them
off. Calling her reminds how many
sins has she done.
Thoughtless takes place. In the
hearts of those who complain.
Decide for you are in the prision
of your soul.
Author notes
This is a poem I came up with when I seen a painting of some women who was in pain.
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