Harm
When you’d run to me to carry you,
I’d greet you with open arms,
Throw you in the air to get a bird’s eye view,
But I’d still fear to cause you harm.
Now I’m in severe pain; you have no clue.
I wake up to your hopeless cries like an alarm.
Copyright © Thawra Ali | Year Posted 2025
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