Her cries echo aloud in the still of the night;
A cry of pain;
A cry that’d never cease to flow as long as her heart is wounded,
and bitterness is made to linger.
She is agonized,
Broken beyond repair;
Left to bear the pain bred by the wicked…
…and made bare, never the same.
~Tears of the innocence
Carved from PAINED—a poem 😊