Sacha's Pen
@Sachahope1

12th September 2024 | 5 Views | 0 Likes

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Alone on the edge, I stand.

Defenseless and bland – a product of manipulation.

Are you satisfied with the situation?

Gazing at landscapes desolate, lost in sand.

Why have you driven me to this place?

Did you not like my face?

Innocence lost was too high a price to pay.

Yet I stay.

Hateful winds whip sand, tearing at lace –

the thin lace of my soul.

Leaving nothing but rags that’ll never mend.

Yet, to your will I continue to bend.