Do Brighter Days Exist? by The Given Heart.

Cold tears flood my eyes,When I imagine the sour words she told herself.Crowdy noises gather in the ears;Replaying the rotten words people say,With tormenting voices that crush life.She decided to zip it inside;The disheartening memory that troddedHer jewel — in a stampede of seconds.The moaning of the monster echoesIn her mind; they bring nothing kind.Everyday…

Touched (Refined) by The Given Heart

I have sensed;the depressing plus torturing.I have been awakened;by the welcoming plus charming. Amongst each community;that I have reached,Songs of peace echo in pretense;The unattended with none to tackle,Sense aimlessly around; to those using the sickle.I am traumatized. I see the handicapped;The heart inside me,Flip to and fro;Magma is poured into my mouth. On wheelchairs;They…