A Shoulder to Cry


Clinging to my shoulders

she whispered she ain’t fine.

Her heart felt like burning fire

that set my thoughts a point higher.

For she always kept secluded

her plights so no others ponder.

Emptying her mind out

sounded like travelling to moon.

But her sudden convulsions

murmured some words in ire.

I gasped the edge of her torment

barely understanding those feeble noises.

I took her closer to my sternum

to let her hear my beats say



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