Unwilling
She lay there staring at the ceiling,
A torn body, the mind in shreds
Unwilling to get up,
There was no feeling within
Nothing but darkness
Her rage was impotent
Her fire was gone
Burnt
In the blaze of power
Unwilling to fight
The battle that was
Without a choice or consent
Her love was shattered
Her warmth was gone
She lay there staring at the ceiling
Unwilling to get up
Unwilling to fight.
Malathy
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