Untold Story Poem by Nunam Lawati

Left behind in sorrow,
she walks alone with pain.
A depth that got lost inside her,
the thoughts that kept her in vain.
Days are like a little piece of,
bread she had in the morning.
The hunger of love she feels are,
a person's death mourning.
Every second she was killed,
Every words had hurt her.
Nor even a person do realize,
the way they've tore her.
The pieces of heart that she carries,
makes a puzzle of banished dreams.
Trying to forget her typical past,
she ends up in her tears of streams.