Invisible flaws provoke a whirlwind
Quivering hands and a voice that trembles
Winning still feels like losing
To a reticent fighter.
They try their hardest
They run the farthest
Their tears are rivers
And the mind, a tauntress
Prisoners, they are pleading
They bleed internally
Their finest hours snatched
And it’s a pitiful sight
To look at them, as they drown
In a sea of inferiority
And with every hint of sympathy
Is a voice slowing fading away
As anxiety cuffs onto them
They are tortured right before you
With quaky fingers, as though searching the ground
For what is left of their shredded dignity
Their efforts to willingly subdue
Are thrown out the door
And ultimately, the nails on the coffin
Are the gags of the many that fail to construe.
Beautiful Elsie , love this
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As always,thank you for reading! 🙂
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Now that’s some powerful imagery and emotions conveyed.
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Thank you for reading.
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Leaves me drained and speechless.
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Hmm can you relate?
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Yes, somewhat.
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