The Fear
Questions, unanswerable to us on Earth
Haunt the tortured soul beside me.
How often these wretched emotions
Ascend from Hell into her weary heart.
Her eyes glisten with fresh tears
An open book of complete devastation.
The world passes by without any
Expression of comfort or consolation.
But I see, feel, and live the pain
Of a raw soul stripped of all innocence.
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