Battered Mind - Chelle

Her dark eyes
They glow in the night
She walks through the streets
Hoping she might find
Find the someone she wants

Her throat dry
Her clothes torn
Only from the beating
The beating he gave her

Her eyes swollen from the hits
Her arms battered and bruised
Her hair a mess
But she sill goes on.

She carries a weapon
Not of gun or blade
But of memories
Pictures and feelings.

She hopes to find him
Sit him down
Show him the pain she is in
Show him the pain she was in

She will never forget what he had done.
The pain she received
The pain she will remember
She will never forget the day he died.

Chelle - November 21 1994