Sounds of sirens ringing
Head banged against the wall
Blood spilled
Bleeding furiously
Tickling sound Of the wind chimes
Bringing me out of my thought
He has left
Shattered glasses
The heart of a broken woman
Happiness is a word of despair
Memories of the past
When postcards were exchanged
We were happy
Date nights were frequent and fun
We were full of laughter
Playing in the sand
Sandcastles were made
A romantic tale
High school sweethearts
A monster he has become
Brutally beaten
Broken glass pierced
Lonely and broken
A wronged soul
Broken beyond repair
My faith weakens
Hope lost
Realization hits me
a conclusion made
a grave must be dug
for freedom should be mine
@disclaimer: this is my entry to Poppy's prompt #2, dear readers, your likes and comments will be appreciated and please subscribe.
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hirah
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