They all hushed

as her pain grows

hoping  she  doesn’t

tell them what they know

 

Tell them stories

of her deepest sorrows

that haunt her at night

when the midnight moon glows

 

So she does not

for she is aware

that people ignore

even thought they ‘care’.

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Posted by:A'Isha Adams

The mind of a frantic poet. The ambition of an entrepreneur. And lastly, the heart of an old soul.

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