Recurring shame and useless worry
Fills her up and leaks out of dark eyes
No purpose so no need to hurry
As she stifles the internal cries
Positive words do naught for the soul
Tears burn the chest causing great heartache
As the deficits expand the hole
Please beg plead and pray for goodness sake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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