In the mist where she lay, loneliness has taken over her womb, dark, with none to smear light into. How much longer shall I linger here, encaged without freedom, where's the way out. As screams tried making its way into the real world, it was over, she died when she was born. A mute baby that never got his chance to cry and be heard. Took away a child power to communicate, left in a loud world, thus must ask God, why hast thou forsaken such infant.
Please be at ease, "elle dort".
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Love Beyond Trees
PoesíaThis is a poetry that touches and reaches the depths of our emotions that we dare not to tamper with. It's a set of poems I put together for you readers to enjoy and feel the shoes I cannot wear.
