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