This was my very first original piece! Its kind of personal to me.
Hope you like it 😁 😁
And there she laid...
On the bloody ground of her predators...
Once innocent...
Now Fuming with a fury filled with hate,
Birthed in the art of savagery...
Her mind, wounded and frail
Her spirit, broken and tired!
Oh! She felt dirty...
A dirt incurred by a now twisted perception.
Filled with accusations, seeking assurance.
Lost in the sea of contempt and self pity
For her soul had sunk in too deep
And men would loved a shallow swim
Could no longer dive in.
Scarred! she remained in solitude...
Awaiting redemption!
It would seem her soul needed surgery..
Spiritual cleansing? Maybe.
Buh No! She wasn't terrible,
She was an incredible piece of art
Like an angel in apprehension
Express and admirable in action
She was a masterpiece
That only the finest of craftsmen
Could carve!