My heart was pierced when I saw a man who's hardships mapped their way across his face and I saw another poison the very air he breathes.
I felt hopelessness hang in the air like a suffocating blanket of despair when I watched my father beat my mother to a pulp.
I tried to save her, but the chains only ever dug deep into my soul.
I felt the profound stench of death when his wife, a mother took her last breath and his soul died with her.
I felt the mother's agony and helplessness when she held her daughter's lifeless body in her arms wondering how to die next.
And I know the daughter was enslaved by the vile fear of the very men who fathered her.
Maybe our world is hell.
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Soulful Noises
PoetryIt is pen on paper. I breathe in experience and breathe out poetry, so get ready to have your heart touched by my soulful noises. Most of the pictures in the book are photographed by me. Please show support/interest by voting or commenting.?
