When….
When will my tortured soul
Shredded beyond recognition
Find desperately needed solace
When will the blood of innocents
No longer stain my tiny hands
When will I be able to speak
Without lies tainting my every word
When will my cries of pain
Be heard by an uncaring world
When will I be safe
From an unrelenting terror
When will this internal battle
Of morals warring with duty
Be finally resolved
When will dementia
No longer beckon so
When will I escape this nightmare
This hell, I was thrust into so unprepared
When….
By ShannonL
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