Sequel to my poem A Mourner's tale
Her days turned darkness, as evil taunted her soul
Shattered she stood as the night fought her
Harrowing it was when time stood still
Fearful it were when he held her down
as he took away her reason to smile again
In a journey of ten minutes he took away her dreams alongside her innocence
There was no morning too bright to elude this darkest plight
There was no one to hold her again
No reason to smile
No light too bright
And then
I say
*It was blinding how the sun pierced into her damaged soul
And when night came, she could not feel,
She could not see*
*It was shattering
It was shattering how pieces of her couldn't be mended again
And how these pieces spread beyond her life
It was shocking*
**It was shocking how her own mind questioned her existence
And how she lived through life, existing, but not living
It was monstrous**
*It was monstrous how men could damage a flower so pure and beautiful
And how they go on damaging more flowers,
Crushing them and eluding them all of their innocence
It was blackening*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Sequel to my poem A Mourner's tale
Her days turned darkness, as evil taunted her soul
Shattered she stood as the night fought her
Harrowing it was when time stood still
Fearful it were when he held her down
as he took away her reason to smile again
In a journey of ten minutes he took away her dreams alongside her innocence
There was no morning too bright to elude this darkest plight
There was no one to hold her again
No reason to smile
No light too bright
And then
I say
*It was blinding how the sun pierced into her damaged soul
And when night came, she could not feel,
She could not see*
*It was shattering
It was shattering how pieces of her couldn't be mended again
And how these pieces spread beyond her life
It was shocking*
**It was shocking how her own mind questioned her existence
And how she lived through life, existing, but not living
It was monstrous**
*It was monstrous how men could damage a flower so pure and beautiful
And how they go on damaging more flowers,
Crushing them and eluding them all of their innocence
It was blackening*
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