The Torture

Tortured minds are tortured and become broken souls with beating hearts for the eying vultures to feed on your vulnerability.

As a young woman, I knew that there were no such things as saints where I come from….
I regretted my life at the age of four,
Broken my heart at the of five
and tried to take my sorrows into the remission of souls at the age of twenty….
Now I howl at the moon
and I sleep in my bed.
Alone….

She was in love, but no she couldn’t love him; for she was afraid to give him the burden of a broken heart.

I now understood what it meant to hurt and just how unsustainable the human condition could be with a broken heart and a crying soul with a deteriorating mind.

For to be without you and your smiles and subtle glimpses; I cannot survive.​