There’s…
An empty space within my soul,
scared and trembling,
shattered,
hiding in the dark,
behind the black and blue.
Fragile…
See me with your naked eye,
fractured and exposed,
broken,
destroyed,
by your possession.
Wounded…
Hushed screams and,
unshed tears inside my heart,
echo,
shock and fear,
silently weeping.
Whispers…
Tormented visions,
haunted by the memory of,
your now,
velvet hammer,
invisible touch.
Screaming…
Through my pain,
see me,
look,
I’m standing here
a survivor.
I’m alive…
Alone and healing,
but too afraid to sleep,
shattered,
hiding in the dark,
behind the black and blue.
There’s...Fragile...Wounded...Whispers...Screaming...I’m Alive
About the Creator
Jo Mcvay
Rewrite rewrite rewrite. I was an aspiring author many years ago, possibly in a galaxy far far away. Now I'm back after 3 kids, 4 grandkids and too many furkids to mention. Retired and ready to soar.
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Great story