He sees her eyes.
They're shadowed with fear,
they're shadowed with sadness.
He wondered what became of her.
She's gone through hatred and loss,
but never showed any emotion.
She's gone through hunger and despair,
but never shed a tear.
The scars that she drew,
beared the pain,
but told the story.
Shadows that faded.
Her story was washed away in the night.
Scars that were no more,
and pain that wasn't there.
Her life no longer;
a spark in the dark.
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Poetry of Sadness
PoetryThese are poems that I made when I was going through a hard time in my life, and some that I have written recently.
