WRETCHED

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Trapped within her own mind
Strangled by tangled thoughts
and chocking on her own distress
Her brain is in deep struggle
For succor that's a long hustle

 Trying hard not to act how she feels
Seeks her inner peace
But she is betrayed by her wistful
image on the mirror and
can't seem to find herself

Shuts her eyes and the surrounding
 is all gloomy
On opening her eyes, looks up
and there's smoke above her head
The world is red, she's on fire
and no one sees the smoke
'Cause her soul is in flames
Not even her tears can extinguish the fire

 She is overwhelmed with anguish
ripping off her skin
Spreading to every inch of her bones
She helplessly looks up at the skies
Still trapped within her own mind, drenched in sorrow
and doesn't seem to find solace
within herself
- Gladwill Maiyo

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