Tainted Scars
Tainted tis her voice content
As she smiles miserably
Her eyes once considered the suns pride
Now doth cry as the moons bride
Leadeth did she a life of sorrow
Hands joined in tears for a better morrow.
Silenced doth she her threatening fears
As she whispers a song in her little one's ears.
Regretted at times the choices made
Of loves proposal and disposal
Had she remained a silent maid
T as her will no one to blame.
Changeth doth the world, In silent despair
O many who are victim of yesteryear's scars
Copy rights: Teacher Shanika Paul
U/graduate BA English(OUSL) , ADIE(UK) , ACIE(OUSL) , DIP; AMI/PSY(CAMBRIDGE) Trained Teacher(IMSD)
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