unlike others' nightmares,
hers does not end in light;
the only time she feels secure
is when she's out of sight.
the vacant stares of passers by
plague her weary mind;
until she can escape their words,
her thoughts remain confined.
she longs for days and moments
where she does not feel afraid
of their piercing stares and violent words
that cut through her like blades.
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poetry for the poetic: 4
Poetrythis is my fourth book of poetry, please check out the other three on my profile as well! i love writing and my style is fairly different x check it out!
