Woman WretchedA Poem by NathanOnly she isn't. Woman, wretched. Eternal victim. She cries alone For what she cannot see. Paranoia, conspiracy, clandestine Revenge, She suffers alone For what she cannot see. Son, daughter, mother, father, Brother, sister, if only by law. All cry for her, alone, For what she cannot see. Days gone. She could have lived them. Yet she cowers alone For what she cannot see. Disease gradually Corrodes her mind as her skin, And she dies alone For what she cannot see. Woman, wretched. Eternal victim. Alone. Only she isn't.
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