Freedom to choose

   

You hide behide a torn veil.
red eyes
Not much to see
But your drawn eyes revealed all.
If I could only see your face
What expression would gaze upon your cheeks
The dull aches of culture be.
The strict attitudes
of moral dress.
endless plight
Huddled in a corner
Frightened alone.
scathed with scars
Hidden under a mask

Reviews

[m3lody mae]

a wonderful emotional read here, nicely presented