a poem
09/15/19
in the middle of the night
or even in the midst of the sun
she often feel the unbearable fright
sometimes can't even spell fun
she was young, gentle and innocent
darkness has devoured half of her
and it happened without her consent
why and what ifs suddenly ensphere
cold, dark and sad room
empty and crowded hallways
her days are often doom
to her woebegone room she lays
guarding herself and the house
waiting for the sun to come out
so many queries, including hows
wanting to see another day out
worried and afraid of judgments
this woman tends to keep it to herself
she doesn't need faultfinding statements
just a support to gather back herself
she cried to God one day
tears streamed down to her face
she closed her eyes and pray
"please, don't let the devil chase"
-smsb.
