A child so small
so vulnerable and weak
helpless, powerless
not allowed to speak.
Lying awake in bed
knowing he'll soon appear,
Frightened and trapped
living a torturous nightmare.
Body is shaking
trembling within,
preparing for the terrible acts of sin.
Left all alone
with no one in sight,
The abused child cries silently
all through the night.
How does one heal
from such a horrible crime?
The scars, the damage
lasts a lifetime.
Emotionally I struggle
to make it through,
Not knowing why
I feel and act the way I do.
The tragedy is over
but the turmoil is still there,
I wonder, if my outbursts
is a way to see if anyone cares.
Please! God help me
I cry out,
with so much anguish
fear and doubt.
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Tear Stained Cheeks And Bloodshot Eyes
PoetryThe angel lost her grace, As mascara ran down her face. She forgot love, remembered hate. She no longer had her faith. With tear stained cheeks, Through bloodshot eyes, She saw only pain and suffering. Love, she couldn't conquer. As the blue sky fad...
