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Last updated on August 19, 2020

We fought
A silent fight,
You shout
I abide
You scream
I hide
You kick
I cry
You poured salt to my
I let it slide
A sick side
Your love
Not bed of roses
A thorn to my side
Burned what’s left inside
A silent fight
I abide.


Published inProse & Poem


  1. This poem captures so well what I have been through. It brought me to tears. Thank you for sharing your talent.

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