Deep-seated scars / Poem by Ana Toma

Poem by Ana Toma
Deep-seated scars
She witnessed a lost, angry man,
In the reflection of a deserted ship,
Partying and sailing in lust and hell.
Like seeing through a blurry, hazy sky
She kept those painful memories
For multiple years.
When was her time to dive peacefully,
She drank even the last drop of salted water,
Creating her own majestic blue ocean.
A laughter like a forgotten woodland thunder,
Scraped her soul’s deep-seated scars,
Listening loudly to endless voice memos…
…“ The man who lived a double life
Was portraying himself as a victim.”
©️Ana Toma
Feb. 14, 2021

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