Sad,
Frightened,
Alone
Her world,
Dangerous
Mastering vigilance
For the harm
She knows
Is coming
Always coming
Always present
In her land of gods and monsters Safety is priority
More important
Than dolls and skipping
She endures evil
No child
Should ever know of
Her innocence
Ripped from her
So young
Her purity
Stolen
Taken
No comfort offered
Anywhere
She knows no different
But knows, it's wrong
She can't voice it
Confused
But knowing
The evilness
The blackness
Of life
In her life
In her garden of evil
In her childhood.
YOU ARE READING
Art
PoesiaThis is my soul expressed on paper from the love in my heart to the thoughts in my mind the words from my hands to the feelings and emotions buried deep on paper I begin to speak this is me sparkling on the rooftops of the mountains to the shinin...
