A Tormented Soul
The Darkness of Human Nature
An invisible woman,
Standing alone,
Silently screaming.
They cannot hear,
And cannot understand,
The tortured screams,
Of her heart,
Of her soul,
Of her mind.
But why?
Why can't they understand her?
Why aren't they helping her,
As she drowns in the darkness of her soul?
About the Creator
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