Bianca Free


A Tortured Soul - Poem by Bianca Free

Do you even know what's happening with my soul?
It's been twisting, it's been shouting -
I've got the poison in my roots, and in my
Being; it's spreading to every inch, ever quartered section.
When they look at my skin, they say
'She's got the devil in her, leave him alone'.
But I need rest too, where's my reprieve?
The angels are nearer to me than most would believe.
Every crack and dent of mine fills deeper with sand,
And I can barely breathe. I don't know how I still stand.

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  • Rookie - 164 Points Joseph Poewhit (5/23/2012 7:28:00 AM)

    Life does have trying times (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 10, 2013


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