PAIN

She Lay there
Too hopeless to Pray,
A Precise incisioned pain
aiming directly for her left side of the Chest,
Tearing across the Ribcage piercing to her Soul,
She is Sorrowful
She feels like a fool
a soul is like a Bowl full of anger,
Pain,
Despair,
Desparation,
She is un-repairable,
She was un-prepared for this,
she had Prepared a Room in her Soul for her baby,
She was to Soul Provide for Her,
Now she’s goiing Crazy
too lazy to fight Back,
even her Angels abandoned her,
She is Wrecked.

Poet Rays?.