Stolen, Was Her Life
Missing is a heartbeat,
Bleeding are her eyes.
Beaten is her body,
And sorrow where she lies.
Torn are all her clothes,
Serrated is her skin.
Gone is her respect,
Stolen from within.
Broken is her family,
Pain is what she brings.
Love is what is needed.
Underrated are these things.
~Written in 2003 (Wednesday, June) when I was fourteen.
Copyright © Madison Balmont | Year Posted 2009
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