Tag Archives: Womb

Dark Haven

Harsh and adrift the streets proffer,
Holding her temporary sanity at risk,
Dimmed by lust and incessant sorrow,
Feeling tensed and queasiness uplift.
 
Left and agitated by her only affection,
Oblivious of his unknown intention,
Embracing her permanent condition,
Yearning for that obsessive passion.
 
Tried her luck for nine long months,
But she has nothing but uncombed,
Injected and dragged by drugs,
Carrying a dead body in her womb.
 
Harsh and adrift the world covers,
Rummaging for her own heaven,
Illumined by lust and wounded sorrow,
Indeed,
Life well hidden inside her dark haven.

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