In the voiceless night she stood,
with each broken glass shredded within her chest,
weary tears and dying breath
for every doing she’s done right, does her wrong
for every shelter she’d seek, cast her off
for every love she believed, left her mocked
for every hand she reached out, threw her off
In the stillness of night she stood.
as the cold creeps slowly within her form
what she’d give to hurl up in someone’s arms
but a hug is too much a wish for a silenced soul.
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words along the way.. sometimes only poetry can express reality..