Dry
Eyes deny false highs they remain bone dry,
Her new outcry a reply to run by,
An artist in her eyes heartless no lies,
Her veins dry she only wants to say bye,
Voice unheard much like a bird in a cage,
Filled with rage towards a world turned away,
Killed by wordless pain untold still so cold,
Hands covered in her own blood lain in pain,
Lands untread now dead asleep in her head.
This poem is about:
Our world
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