Her Story Poem by leanna markgraf
Her Story
The pages are torn
the words are smeared.
I read the nightmares
of all that she feared.
Each chapter leaves me breathless
as I read between the lines.
She always told me
that everything was fine.
It was her cry for help
with the paper and ink.
But a little bit of her slipped away
every time she blinks.
Nobody knew it.
It took everyone by surprise.
These pages are her world
the story filled with lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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