do not presume to know me
my face a frowning moon
crevices of sadness besmear
a hoary soul who wonders here
wounds scab, heal and gaze
as an eyeless void, she paints
no peak can lug the weight
of a child begotten such a fate
Abused child
John Cowgill's Literature Site
This is my Site
She is a very talented writer!
She is.