Lies

The cold rain strikes her skin.
Daggers from the sky.
They mask the tears.
Flowing from her eye.
She sits alone pondering why.
Under a great tree within the wood.
Outcast, Shamed, misunderstood.
Once a gentle soul.
Once a loving heart.
Now broken, in pain.
Her mind and body falling apart.
Pushed into darkness.
By those most dear.
Now ashamed, consumed in fear.
Her once sparkling, shining eyes.
Now dull, darkened by lies.
Her heart broken.
By those most dear.
She stood, under the tree.
It's branches held high.
She begged for answers.
Why God why.
She tied her rope, her decision made.
Her deathly fear began to fade.
Under this great old tree.
That was used to set her free.
©reven