Her silence is not golden. It is hard for her to speak. She is listless and tired. Her eyes are the written volumes of her life. Read through the pages thoroughly, and in deep concentration. See the torturous blood that flows through her veins; feel her sorrow. Hear the agony in her voice.
Tag: Agony
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On fearful nights
And morning’s dawn,
I lie awake
In transfixed form;I drown in sorrow
With hopeless eyes
My plight is plagued
With darkened skies;As thoughts consume
With reckless fright,
Again I face
The dreadful night.
