i asked the women before me,
how did you move on?
what did you do?
when will all this pain be gone?
i can't seem to forget
what has been done to me,
the pain has been etched in my memory,
it's a nightmare i cannot flee,
when will my anger subside?
when will the resentment fade?
is agonizing pain and hatred
all i'm ever made?
i was born to love and understand,
yet was made to be their prey,
all i ask is to finally feel better,
and for all my misery to go away.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 3 ] a collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #7 in poetry #1 in proses #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection started: june 2023 ended: ----- status: on-going
