#WritcoPoemChallenge
Her eyes gleamed with the light 
Of her inner strength,
She had walked miles,
Not worried about the length,
how her tear shines,
prays to god may her wishes be send,
bruises or wounds she doesn't care,
enemy made from friend,
torn and dusted clothes she wear,
even in the word friend there is end,
In the end got caught by her nightmare,
She kept screaming "this isn't fair,"
But it never listened & continued it's torture,
when she went up other souls pited her with disgust said "this scene is rare"








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