Life's Torture Chamber Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life's Torture Chamber



Deeply praying for an end to this torture chamber called life, and yet, there were many good times and silent undertakings, keeping me going, living on edges, perilously close to death's waiting arms.
Avoiding his embrace so far, miracles taking me beyond his cold, hard stare, still wanting me to be his in the end.

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Bashir Abubakar 03 May 2018

Amazing

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