Past Pain
she rarely spoke of the past.
when the world turned her down,
Her loneliness and despair made her
dumb,
incompetency and ineffectual she felt.
she never wanted to speak about it
When she does try to speak.
The bloodshot eyes flood,
Downhearted and gloomy,
In a low tone,
Allow life take it's course.
Turn your back on the world.
And we left dumbfound.
Pett Ezra Isaac.
Copyright © Pett Ezra Isaac | Year Posted 2021
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