Tortured Poem by Cindy Wright
Tortured
With a tortured soul she sits alone,
wondering why he chose her to tease,
What does he see in her that he wants to own?
Nothing but time and distance separate the two,
her own heart is her poison to drink and turn it to stone.
The white rabbit keeps guiding her close,
only to run and hide when she gets near..
She sits in wait and watching, but with a tortured soul.
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