Wounded Whisper
Wounded whisper, dying of pain
Left to bleed in the pouring rain
Her mum cry echoes in silence
Amidst the tearing turbulence
Her pale, pale heart, devoid of blood
Braves the foul flay of storm and flood
The poisoned sharp blade rips her vein
Her blood drop left a lasting stain
Her wounds are so deep to fathom
Like mystery dipped in atom
Her yesterday, filled with sorrow
Halts the shine of her tomorrow
If silence could only redeem
Her tainted soul and self esteem
She'd rather bleed in secrecy
To muffle the controversy
May 22, 2023
This Or That, Volume 18 Poetry Contest (3rd place)
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2023
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