Strapped Pain Poem by FOEVERAMI JOHNSON

Strapped Pain



Higher than high invisible chains disguise the pain strap across my wrist in veins, tainted hypocrites poisoned blood no glove protecting the dove is no longer white...
Still a messenger but lost its purity
Over a man with his hidden insecurities or a need to be perfect for the next wife purity.... in my poems my tears are SECURED

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