Their wasn’t any pain,
Struggle seemed to be just
In stories
Spring was all over
Full of joy and gay.
Seasons swept,
Flower turned to fruit.
Time was joyful ride.
It was the most dreadful night
Sprang from depths of darkness
Snatched scent and taste
Leaving just a aromaless fruit.
she was thrown in new world
Snatched , rolled in dirt
Picked up by anyone
Tasted by everyone.
Darkness creeps towards her
Slowly entails her
Ripping and tearing her apart
Leaving soulless life.
She lies on a heap of trash
Stretches her hands for hope.
Prays for mercy.
But
Angels walk away from her.
She sits in a room
Frightened , crying for help.
Invain
It comes again and again
sucks her soul
Leaving hopeless.
I watch her suffer
Without a tear
I wonder and ask myself
Whose soul is dead?
Mine or hers.
I watch her pray and hope
Gay for all.
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