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Wounded Whisper
Wounded whisper,
Bleeding heart,
Crouching soul,
Forlorn hope.
She’s in troubled waters,
She sails across tempestuous seas,
Dawn chauffeurs the unknown,
She journeys through precarious days.
Her cries fall on unconcerned ears,
They don’t see her travails,
They're inconsiderate of her plight,
The elements underscore the unseen.
Our hands have sculpted her pathway,
Our desires have painted her portrait,
Her tomorrow is overcast,
Her midnight approaches,
Our changed ways will
harbinger her sunshine.
May 22, 2023.
This or That, Vol 18 Poetry Contest,
Edward Ibe.
Copyright ©
Thompson Emate
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