Editor's ChoicePoetrySad Poems


Let me off this hook
Haven’t you fed enough
She cries in her wambles
The world had fallen
Right on her feet

Ever been hunted before?
knowing there’s torture waiting
If the light bulb doesn’t come on

Too young to be free
Too old to be alone
Hope your doves
don’t return home dirty

No mom no father
Waited years… no foster
Poems in the dark corners
Were her pain killers

Hopelessly painting pictures of happiness
Will she ever know what red feels like?
Cos her colors are hate in disguise

A poem for her,
Lost in her loneliness
Hope you read what she feels
So you can tell her story.

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