Forced Surrender
I could hear them
Rolling down her cheeks
Dripping off her nose
And splashing upon the cold tiles
They were blinking in the light
A mournful Morse Code -
White flags of surrender
Clear droplets of hurt -
Expressing every word she could not utter
Voicing to God the battle
Which, alone,
She could not win
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Of The Soul
PoetryCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
