her complexion so fair, <br />this is the only way, <br />shoulder length hair, <br />Death is her favorite thing. <br /> <br />fire so hot, <br />burns away her pale colored skin <br />she is not in hell <br />for she could never sin <br /> <br />people laugh when she looks at them <br />they don't comfort her, <br />they don't know what they are doing to her <br />she could die, and they don't care <br /> <br />'Death for me' she whispers <br />as fire melts her hair <br />And Death heard her <br />and answered her one and only prayer <br /> <br />will she be forgotten? <br />will her soul be lost? <br />why does she have to pay such an unruly cost? <br />why can know one see <br />i'm not what i really look llike, <br />that she, SHE is really me.<br /><br />Joan Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/merciless-rain-merciless-pain/
