The Haunted Broken and Beleaguered Soul
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The Haunting Of A Broken Spirit And Beleaguered Soul.
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Her pricing haunting blood shocked eyes
Reflect her heavy rain cloud acid corroded heart
And spirit broken beleaguered soul
Although in the summer of her blossoming youth
She aged beyond her tender gifted years
Life has took it’s scourging toll
And she can no longer hold back
Her floods of painful tears
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The bombshell blast that devastated and destroyed her life
Left her shell shocked unable to piece together
The shards and carnage left behind
Her dreams have turned into nightmares
Her bed but a bed of nails her broken spirit tied to the mast
She once dreamed of idle lush green bejewelled meadows
But now dwells in a mine field in total darkness
And with every breathe and step she takes
She feels the blast
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Snared and tangled in a cobweb
The more she riddles the more she's tangled
Her hapless struggle is all in vane
She stands on the ege of oblivion
And welcomes an end to her bitter anguish and pain.
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Peter Dome©2021.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2021
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