Conquering
What a conquering
When a flower is forced ..
to live in a tomb..
A very dark one.
with no one hollow..
no light..
no breath..
no feelings.
just tears and misery..
That`s me.....
can`t you see?
I hated my breath,
That brings your smell to me..
Hated my eyes when it see you...
can`t you feel?
My blood is chilling .
when your ugly hands touches me.
o` my miserable life..
how would I continue standing?
like an iceberg..
I think it is now melting..
collapsing.........
Copyright © Mona Elmonier | Year Posted 2013
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