#WritcoPoemPrompt28
She floats like a dream,
Before she sinks under,
Carrying in her folds,
The dying cries of the soldiers...
she is not really feeling well
wants to go out and yell
wonders if she's still on earth or hell
Can anyone even tell the difference ?

This pain can no longer be contained
the daily screams have left her deafened
shut up! Isolate yourself,they say
Is there any other choice than doing as told?
She knows the darkest acts she hides
still,a faint smile amidst tears managed to creep from the corners of her mouth
The mysterious girl,is me

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