The angry has ensnared her,
She has nowhere to run,
No-one to call out too…

This is life,
Her life has come to the edge, of waste,
She screams out to, the empty skies…

The stars do not glisten,
The Moon hides his face from her…

There are no tears left, only a raw throbbing,
Screaming deep within her,
Trying to fight its way out,
There is only darkness, in the vicinity…

Its unwavering, wrapping all of her up,
Within its arms…

She has nothing left to give,
This is her end…

~ by jbritt

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