I lie bare
Yet no one can see me
As if invisible
Passing through
As a shadow
Or a ghost
Flesh torn
Scars worn
Mourning
The happiness thats now astray
I lie bare
Yet no one can see me
As if invisible
Passing through
As a shadow
Or a ghost
Flesh torn
Scars worn
Mourning
The happiness thats now astray
A very good poem. Thanks for sharing!
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