Chapter 48 of 57

mourn

Prose & Poetry128 words~1 min read

Seek the truth,

seek the lies

Seek what she is

and all that she has

Seek her, the creator,

a tormented heart

She's clapping back

with shout and clouds

She swam in wide

blue sea by proud

Sliding in the waves,

she'll kick so hard

Many distance has

always been metered

Mourning in pitch black,

she begged, tattered

Mourning with all,

she kneeled in art

She spent her time

fighting back

Clawed, she called

to faith she lack

Check her blank face,

warm and dark

Call for all

the care and love

Call for all

she care and have

She's not going back

to past she was

Seriously,

it is not that deep

Sure can find

all what's clipped

Sure will see her

burning to be free

-xysaoirse-

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