Tragedies
Death, life, then death again
Pain never ending
Trauma begins to form a dent
A spot, a blemish
And a few more
Struggle going unnoticed
Unrecognized face in mirror
She said "woe is me"
Problems repeat
Soul pure and sweet
Don't let this be your defeat
She said "woe is me"
Then picked up her woes
Setting them free
YOU ARE READING
The emotional one
PoetryPeople say "don't just exist, live" I say if you must just exist today to get to the next, you will live. So exist and feel the existence around you until you can live, fully.
