Mental WreckageA Poem by ZailaCold slumber and death-scented air. Frightening dreams with sadistic flare. Saddened faces, watching with care. Dark shadows with the intent to scare. Confusion breeding more chaos. Handling sorrow is way too hard. When her faculties are crushed to shards. His twisted love has the girl scarred, Handicapped and emotion’ly marred. Sick pleasure causing her anguish. © 2009 Zaila |
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Added on December 25, 2009Last Updated on December 25, 2009 |