A poem I had written long ago, which I’m feeling the situation now…
Stream of tears
Follow the delineation of her cheeks
Stream of fears
Smirch her mind
In her own world
She cries
In her own tribulation
She enjoys
Comfort found distantly
Now even further
Song of dejection
Ever so close
Anger mixed with hatred
Happiness no where proximal
Stains of hurt
Embodied deeper
Abandoned is she
Alone is she
Happiness aviates
Sorrow is embraced
Freedom is savored in pain
Stigmas of grief
Tears uncured
Distorted are the tears
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