Her
The untold story her life could tell
All her tortures; a life of hell
Familiar to her was a life of pain
She wondered why her life sustained
Much of her life had tear-filled nights
Reflecting back to nightmarish sights
Aimlessly wandering her misery alone
Upon seeing her; the pain was shown
Her pain ended sweetly on one fateful day
Knowing all along, her tormentors would pay
Leaving everything behind in her final breath
And now her lips are silent
They were sealed in her death.
Shirley Ann Parkerson
June 13, 2005
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