Feeling so alone

In a world of hurt

I cry to the skies

That someday, I’ll be healed


Until then, I struggle

With fear and pain

Hoping one day

To catch the real meaning

Of why I was brought here


As I pick up the rose

My feelings are pricked

By the thorns of evil.


As I watch the blood pour

From my wounds

Will I ever heal?


Or will I be kept numb

In this forgotten world

Of never ending hurt?


Written by Beth Malbon, 1985

Collage made from free downloads from Get Drawings and Shutter Stock 648154420

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