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#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When she hover between dark and light,
Wondering if she can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
her dreams were killed
her strength was shattered
they murdered her soul
she's now a body without whole
she's always in dreams
thinking to scream
she couldn't feel her bloodstream
getting deeper into depression
never get an expression.
to whom she share
no one cares
everyone blames
no one claims
she had no other option
she thought of destruction
nothing left aside
she can now only cry
but can't try
she's now killed
with greater skill.
© Anshu Aabha € soulwriter
In the quietest part of the night,
When she hover between dark and light,
Wondering if she can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
her dreams were killed
her strength was shattered
they murdered her soul
she's now a body without whole
she's always in dreams
thinking to scream
she couldn't feel her bloodstream
getting deeper into depression
never get an expression.
to whom she share
no one cares
everyone blames
no one claims
she had no other option
she thought of destruction
nothing left aside
she can now only cry
but can't try
she's now killed
with greater skill.
© Anshu Aabha € soulwriter
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