crucified
bleeding wounds still young
drenched eyes still numb
parched land below
stretch of pale sky above
was her last resort
her eyes are not dead
they are asking you a question
what did she do to deserve this ?
staring at the corpse
of her dreams and youth
and that frightful night
enough to change
the course of her life
when her feminity bore
brunt of hungry beasts of body
to live a life of pain and agony
death could get her rid of it
but she chose to resist
her thrashing temptation
she knew she was crucified
to give life to the coming season
to blossom new flowers
drawing drives from her fertile land
of courage and dignity
for an immoral ,cruel , and stinking society.........
(she now runs a charity home to teach young girls escaped from brothels to be strong and live a life of dignity ....educating them to face the wraths of society, that horrible night changed her life and she became an inspiration out of her bleeding life's tragidy......
4 Comments:
i wish i can also some day write melodic poems like Dr Seuss...he was simply the best .
A bit of stark truth,
The touch, full of melody,
Y've done it on this sheet
A post so clean as a dove.
ryc - @jac
thanks jac ,
so glad to see you on my blog .i mean it.
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