Story Of Mary

by marilyn marti   Jan 21, 2008


Drowning in pity
dying alone
Sadness was the only
place to call home

She couldn't wonder
She couldn't speak
Her heart was a rock
her faith was weak

All of her troubles
made her cry
She felt no sense in living
or giving it a try

She ended it slowly
The last bit of pain
The last of her existence...
is only her name.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Angela

    Wow, I've kinda felt that way before. It's very well written, it was sad but amazing. GREAT JOB!