The Story

She couldn’t read another word,

each sentence cut closer to the bone,

each paragraph a dagger in her heart.

Yet she turned another page,

bracing for the next new assault,

tormented by her need to know.

Page after page,

 each chapter after the last,

anguish and travail,

agonies and lamentations,

until at last the story ends.

Then she puts pen to paper,

adding a new line,

a new chapter,

a new pint of blood,

to the story that is hers. 

--Ken Ferguson--

Artista di Parole