I'm not feeling very nice today... I feel all depressed and down... And wouldn't you know, I wrote a poem...
A Wounded Soul
My eyes wander as if they have minds of their own.
The faces that pass wear heavy frowns.
The darkness envelops me and holds me tight.
The cold hard night penetrates my skin and clings to my bones.
Nothing is as it was and shall never be again.
The changes of their hearts destroy their minds.
I want to know the truth!
Am I next?
Their words tear and shock the flesh.
My bleeding soul cries out agenced their attacks.
No one comes to help me in my last hours.
Their actions murder my soul and drain the life from me.
Rouni
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