Break
When will this end?
In an hour, a day, how much time will it take?
How long will it take for this broken spirit to mend?
Why do I fake?
Why do I pretend?
Won't it only worsen the ache?
Because in the end,
There is no escape.
No means for me to defend
Now all there is left is to break...
Copyright © Aisha Abdelfatah | Year Posted 2015
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