The dark path

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Its been a lone dire path,
Filled with potholes and patches.
My face creased with wrinkles,
Not of stress nor eld,
But of a path of pain and aches.

My fate has took me north and south,
Not for sightseeing but for memories,
Memories that would forever be.
That would be to me, nightmares.

I was passed from place to place,
Like a rag with no use.
Used as a sex object that satiates-
Those called my relatives.

The journey of an orphan, a journey of woe .
A journey of undiluted pain iced with sorrow.
It adorned me with jewelry of experience,
Experience of life in its full grace.

Never would I forget,
My journey of distress.
Never would I forget,
My journey of past darkness.

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Thanks for taking your time to read this pious poem, have a lovely night rest.

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