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Her life begged for mercy at their feet
With no guile, coyness or deceit
Her intentions were with purpose
For her illness was no pretense.

She cried with angry anguish
And rested in restlessness
Then their conscience thought to help
Seeing her spirit reverse its journey.

They injected her with dull death
Until her fair skin wrinkled
Her beautiful eyes cried a river
And her heart ceased to beat.

At midnight, the dark defeated her
Leaving behind the echo of her pain.


3 thoughts on “THE ECHO OF HER PAIN

  1. Vague is the language of the writer, even at the obsession of the mysterious her; who was lead in the path of death smudged, in ice cold echoes of doom.


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