Hands wrinkled with the passage of time,
Hair whitened with the burdens of life,
Limbs weakened with the endeavors of work,
Blood thickened with the betrayal of love.
An eternity passed by,
Yet she didn’t seem to notice.
People came and went,
Yet she remained oblivious and unaffected,
Just waiting for her time to come.
No hope for a better tomorrow,
No joy at a rising sun,
No words for a tragic death,
No love for an innocent child,
Just praying for her time to come.
the power of words in life 
The strong emotions that you depicted with such skillful usage of words really moved me, thanks for sharing such a sad yet beautiful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them.
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Wow, such high praise. Thank you so much, I truly appreciate it. 🙂
I read your poem ‘The Knife’ and I must say it is a spectacular piece of art. The words resonate with the heart at a deep, under-the-surface level. I am glad you found the immense courage required to ‘throw away the knife’.
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Aww I’m humbled by the way respected my invitation, my heart bows to you in gratitude 😊
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