She Cannot ~ her poetry

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She Cannot

She cannot script the carnage left behind

Scattered bits of memories

Unsuccessfully hidden heartache

Etched across her weary mind

She cannot mumble a phrase

To express just how she feels

Inside is dark and hollow

Joyous moments relied upon to erase

She cannot face the morn

Without some twinge of pain

She dare not mention of it

Complaints cannot adorn

She cannot rest her tired head

Upon a pillow soft

Without the streams of tears

Lonely nights become her dread

©leesalove

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