A shattering cry broke
through the silent night
But they did not stop.
They mutiliated not only her body
But the dreams, aspirations and hopes.
She bore this in a deafening silence
But what else could she do
For she was the woman scorned
YOU ARE READING
Still, a thousand leagues to go...
PoetryPoetry is the most constructive conduit to let out your feelings, My pain, anger, hurt and joy... Previously known as 'Verity'
