True Horrors
to mask the face
face of hurt shame and anger
in the arms of sorrow embraced
in the hands of death she lays
no longer alive yet not dead
she is so ashamed of this
Facing true horrors she dreads
looking around searching for her bliss
nothing left but a hollow heart
leaning down death gave her one last kiss
the scarred soul and body slowly grew apart
Copyright © Tala Hamadeh | Year Posted 2008
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