She walks all alone,
repeating the horror in her mind.
She feels like screaming,
she did once but the world ignored.
Tears fills hear brown eyes,
makes long channels along her pink cheeks
and drips carefully from her rounded chin;
pain grows deeper inside her.
She cries, everyone looks at her,
their eyes filled with despise and hate.
Someone comes to her,
takes her in arms.
copyright@1994 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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