Mystery She Wrote Part 1
ANGER
Cold December evening,
The desire to be heard,
Still there,
Desire to speak,
Gone.
The deafening screams of her soul,
Quenching her heart,
Ripping it into pieces,
Sore from the past,
Resentful for the future,
Yet, the desire to speak,
Still there,
Desire to try,
Gone.
Life, coming in way,
Exhausting her,
Emotionally, physically,
Turning her into a monster,
Day by day,
Hour by hour,
Monster no less,
Than those whom she believed,
Those who cut her away,
Still, the desire to be heard,
Is it there?
Desire to struggle,
Dead.
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