kendru

I'm a book open, my pages to everyone, stories within, touched by none.

I'm a book open, my chapters about pain, how a soul was broken.

A tale, a story of a heart frail, an empty shell, a lifeless body prevail.

This is a chronicle, about my life, a stage of war, mind and my heart strife.

I'm a book open, my pages, worn and torn, my silent story, unspoken.

©Kendra Pokhrel