"When it'll Stop?"

Unlyrical scream of a drop of tear,
Rhythmic pains and aches are clear,
Hymns of depressive thoughts I hear,
And wounds hurts most; still left unhealed.
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Terrifying life we had ,
Living ain't choice but a must.
And days done fast-
To born, exist, and back to a dust.
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At homes we’re fright,
Hiding to an enemy we couldn’t sight.
Unseen demons are killing further,
We’re the warrior’s- survivor’s rather.
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But tone of a voice & hopes inside,
Worries should fade; believe and fight.
Louder Prayers and bended knees,
Stop these mourning days that bleeds.

-jo🥀