The door opens suddenly,
Enter she that I love dearly,
But her stare is blank and desolate,
And her skin is pale and sickly.
She falls and wails beside the couch,
She feels her soul is split,
She needs embrace I cannot give,
She would not dare permit.
For touch of man disgusts her,
The sight of man reviles her,
And I cannot even comfort her,
Because a man defiled her.
I sit and weep away from her,
I could not have comprehended,
I pray she’ll rise and carry through,
But for now, for this abiding moment of grating pain and grief beyond understanding,
For now, her world has ended.
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
The door opens suddenly,
Enter she that I love dearly,
But her stare is blank and desolate,
And her skin is pale and sickly.
She falls and wails beside the couch,
She feels her soul is split,
She needs embrace I cannot give,
She would not dare permit.
For touch of man disgusts her,
The sight of man reviles her,
And I cannot even comfort her,
Because a man defiled her.
I sit and weep away from her,
I could not have comprehended,
I pray she’ll rise and carry through,
But for now, for this abiding moment of grating pain and grief beyond understanding,
For now, her world has ended.
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