Torn Apart
I’m torn apart… my stomach is in knots… shock and hurt find me… ricocheting through out my body…
Is this my plight now?
I wallow in my torment…
I weep endlessly…
Will this affliction never end?
Is this my plight now?
Why? I ask myself… but sadly there is no answer…
Is there justification for this turmoil I am enduring?
Is this my plight now?
I’ve been in the dark, shall I stay?
Meg Anderson
April 2025
Copyright © Meg Anderson | Year Posted 2025
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