Bent and Broken in Eternity..

Harsh words fall upon a body bent in surrender,
Ears ringing with the scorn shot forth at her,
She gives in, feet hitting the ground running,
A broken path making her stumble and fall,
Harsh shouts and yells chase after her still.

In an effort to escape the relentless disapproval,
She breaks out into the cold night air with a lunge,
Feet still flow over a broken path until tripped,
She falls to the side of the path into thick grass,
Tears hitting the stems as a door slams behind,
Cut off, the yells still echo vividly in her mind,
The words amplify in her own mocking of herself,
Lashing forth from the demon on her shoulder,
Sneering at her in an all too familiar voice,
But still no fiery hatred surges forth from her,
Simply a river of tears falling to the rich soil,
A light rain falls, feeding the puddle of tears,
Soon the rain has ended but still she lies there,
Alone with her bitter sorrow and stinging tears,
No one having called home or helped her up.

 
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