Trauma

Hands holding knives Smeared with blood Endless screams going in circles Worried faces arise Breathes caught in throat Among them, the traitor Masked with innocence Now filled with guilt A hardened heart Now trembling in agony A tale for kids A trauma for centuries A trust once broken Never the same In the dreading silence A throbbing heart utterd "Had you killed my soul with a flower held with love My heart would yearn To trust blindly, Once again." -ha_love