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From the depths of her fractured soul
she cries out to deaf ears
As she slowly loses control
sorrow echos from once she was whole
she's forced to face the worst of her fears
From the depths of her fractured soul
left with a ragged gaping hole
she cries out a mother's prayer
As she slowly loses control
nothing she knows will ever console
the anguish that consumes her within
From the depths of her fractured soul
time waits for no one, alas the bell does toll
the angels have taken her child home, she mourns
From the depths of her fractured soul
As she slowly loses control
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Comments (3)
Gosh this was so poignantly beautiful! Loved your Villanelle!
Painful but well-written. 😔
This is very sad, but beautifully written. Well done, Pamela.