Tears drain hard
And faster than what the thumbs can shed
For your veins can't no longer bleed
Your skin, the pain can not shred
There, the past can not hold.
It's not free, it's just not the time
Freedom can be way too boredom
Just like enslaved silence
That cup tastes more bitter than vengeance
but when you gaze the chance
A glance takes decades and decades
Your nose starts to loose sense
There a book can be read in one sentence,
"Evil wears no face."
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a child of wars
PoetryA story for all women around the world. Who are struggling through wars. By wars i mean like family conflicts, Divorces, sickness and all that.
