Solicitude
From blind trust to insecurities
All she had now is solicitude
Thing she liked, feelings she lived, love she enjoyed
Torn her apart----- shattered her soul
From wishes of home full of fairies
And joy like little barriers
.
Now, prayers -- being in a room
Full of darkness and gloom
Where,
Nothing to hurt, nothing to shut
Lying alone ---- and lots of dust.
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