Broken Girls Poem by George Hunter

I stared into the eyes of the broken girls
Whose depths were once like creamy pearls
Now just pits of silent screams
Mirroring all their shattered dreams.

Where once floated images, light and gay
The pools now filled with red of clay
I gazed into them, felt their fright
As they vanished quietly into the night.

I felt their pain, made it mine own
And now that I am fully grown
I oft think back to their dreadful plight
And those broken girls and cry at night.