Poetry: The story behind my scars

by olu_andria In the past,For days and nights.My bed was like a soaked sweater.I had no one to turn to;My whole world was shattered,Because I was once battered .And it never mattered. In the past,for days and nights.My bed was my only companion ,The pains I felt were much.Even Acetaminophen could not help.All I couldContinue reading “Poetry: The story behind my scars”