For the millionth time
- An escape writer
- Jan 9, 2023
- 1 min read
Updated: Jan 16, 2023
The oppression my heart knows no bounds
I beat it day and night with hope
It expands and contracts at the sight of whoever
The disappointing sounds of wedding bells
Alone at the altar I stand
My roses black and heart blue
Blood gushing out of my scars
Do I die again or watch my heart wither?
Photo by: Kingsley Osei-Abrah
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