Unnamed poem by: Stephony Burghduff

A child; born into a world of hurt, where no one understands.                                                                                                               She takes her sketchbook opening it to a brand new page and draws the worlds cold hands.

Each finger stands for every year of hell she has endured.                                                                                                                         While each and every line she makes adds several several more.

The nail upon each year of hell are the people who’ve caused her pain.                                                                                            But each nail is painted red to show their hidden vein.

She draws a little diamond ring upon the middle finger.                                                                                                                            It symbolizes people stone like hearts; their kindness very meager.

There’s nothing else she wishes to live for, but her feeling remain unspoken.                                                                                  She closes her sketchbook hoping that one day the world will see her heart and the way it has been broken.


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