Damaged Poem by Aly D'Sa

Damaged



Tears of furstration cross my face.
The world is a blurry place.
I clench my fists in hope that, the anger will disapear.
But is does not go, it calls to me, to destroy my fear.
I cry out in furstration for my heart is damaged.
And then my world is damaged too.

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