Survivor
In the shadows of her haunted mind,
A woman bears the scars, cruel and unkind.
Through the corridors of her haunted past,
Echo the screams, the memories that last.
A childhood lost in a thunderstorm of fear,
Her innocence was stolen, replaced by tears.
In the mirror, she sees the ghost of a child,
Broken and battered, in a world defiled.
Violence whispered in the silent night,
A symphony of terror, a brutal fight.
The walls witnessed the horrors she endured,
A symphony of pain, a life obscured.
Bruised petals of a delicate rose,
In the garden of her soul, where darkness grows.
She was a captive in a house of despair,
Shackled by chains of relentless nightmare.
A river of tears flowed through her veins,
Carrying the weight of unspeakable pains.
Haunted by shadows that refuse to recede,
Invisible scars on her soul, a heart that bleeds.
Fingers clenched around the shards of the past,
Memories sharp, like broken glass.
In the depths of her eyes, a storm rages,
A tempest of anguish, through countless pages.
Yet, within the darkness, a flicker remains,
A flame of resilience that refuses to wane.
In the crucible of pain, she forges her might,
A survivor emerging from the longest night.
In the symphony of her silence, hear her scream,
A tale of horror, like a chilling dream.
Through the violence, she finds her voice,
A phoenix rising, reclaiming her choice.
No more shadows to dance upon her soul,
She escapes the darkness, takes back control.
In the haunted echoes of her tragic past,
A woman survives, free at last.
~ M.W
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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PuisiThe art of poems. Interesting isn't it? Words that hit deeper and have deeper meanings behind the rhymes and everything that involves life and the people around us, including our experiences and our own lives as well. In this book lies the poems tha...
