The agony, in her life.
She is going through a lot.
Anguish and sorrow are her daily meals.
Nonetheless, she conceals the pain.
She hides her anguish and despair.
Her gut shakes, because her soul has been shredded.
She pushes everyone out of her life.
She says she's OK; she simply needs privacy.
She is on fire within and living a lie
with the continual sin of concealing the truth
Standing alone in a cage, searching for a way out.
Her life is being progressively consumed by unending distress.
She's burning from within, with a dark cloud looming above her.
She has no idea how long she will be here; she feels like a sinner.
However, she is stuck by life's circumstances.
When will it end? The Lord must change her circumstances.
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Comments (4)
Very touching. I love it!
You wrote it in the way I like!
This was so poignant and emotional. Loved your poem!
Very well written! Expressing the feeling of agony in a very relatable and poetic way!