The Lost Girl
The kindness has been flushed out
She seems to be a hostage unable to shout.
The beauty of her character has faded,
Sorrow and relief within her is braided.
A spark of candle light she requires to lead her way,
Out of this horrid dismay.
Deep inside the sunken place,
I see a tear role down her face.
Although it is what she desires,
The good feels ghastly.
Although it is what she she desires,
Memories prey on her.
Although it is what she desires,
A sudden change scars the soul.
Aayisha
Nur
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