Round two A Poem that will feature in My World

Torn shattered twisted vines,
Tortured ruptured from hands of times,
Innocent heavenly pure,
Fades to a darken dirty black,
Virgin, broken thy’s God word,
Broken into, a million pieces.

Pureness put on a lease,
Crash battered like the falling walls of a mine,
Heart stabbed by evil knights sword,
Skin feels like disgusting dirty grime,
Dignity shredded like a killing yak,
Hoping one day I’ll find a cure.

Nude ripped to be my inner core,
Wishing this pain will cease,
Sniff; take another dose of crack,
It is a lie or am I just going blind,
Echo cries unheard just surrender to a shrine,
My body crashes with a thud.

If people only knew what occurred,
Thy rather be dead and poor,
Opinions confine to combine to once again align,
The darken stripped increases,
As thy tries to make sense of my war written lines,
Gasp, can’t breathe having a panic attack.

Another round of scrap and smack,
People think what you say is absurd,
Kind innocent star lingers no more shine,
Leaves soil weary and insure,
Love code is ignored like political policies,
Feeling rubbish and undermined.

Should have seen the signs,
Tie myself in torn aged shackles,
Need to find a sanctuary, scream for release,
Everything repeats as it keeps recurring,
Mind fragmented everything is obscure,
Is this what my life was assigned?

Aligns for another undeserved wrack,
Whines as people try to reword,
Sure one day it decreased.

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