through a dark room walked i
with tear filled weary eye
with a candle without flame
reciting a poem with no name..
all that i said was
this one too shall pass
sounded like a poem without rhyme
imprisoned for no crime..
dripping sounds heard i
bleeding and about to die
the cuts on my body so deep
hardest of secrets for me to keep..
drowning in pain stumbled i
heard the sound of a million cry
shocked , turned i
to see a million unlit candles die by...
- shiphrah samuel
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