A study, of words, in crimson, sometimes blue, rarely yellow.

Yet Another Soul…

She sits in her room,
In the dark, in the silence, in the solitude.
But then there’s voices,
Telling her to stand her ground,
Telling her to give in,
Telling her to walk away.
& finally there’s the sound
of her world giving in,
of her soul shattering,
of her defeat.
Yet another proud soul,
Broken by the winds of change,
Defeaten by the norms of culture,
Murdered by the hands of love.
She does walk away, but only the body.
The soul lies there still,
Shattered & broken beyond repair.
Yet another free soul… Crushed to death… By the will to be free…


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