An on going poetic conversation, and sharing of pain. |
MillerShelly Battered and broken, forsaken and lost, Blood-Red tears trail down my face. My heart so cold, cloaked with frost, Denying memories I can't erase. Seeking solace from behind my wall, I try to pretend that I am alright. No one to catch me when I fall, No hero to defend me in this fight. My silent scream, no one hears, As I lie broken and all alone. Small and defenseless, I cower in fear, My hurt, my pain, all my own. Does anyone wonder, worry or care, For this little lost boy once held so dear? Who will take his pain to bear, And let him love without this fear? Untucoi These tears flow down my face Hoping my pain would erase Take me far from this place To a quiet state of grace Shackled here to my pain Only hope a short refrain As agony wracks my tortured frame I scream out, never again Now I lay, so dead inside Every tear already cried I no longer shrink, or even hide No plan, I haven’t tried Emotion gone, needed no more A statue I am, frozen to my core For what was done, behind closed door Shall stay with me evermore The little girl quickly learned to hide All her tears deep inside From those who sought to seal her fate In a land of madness, fear, and hate Given life, to ease the need Of her father's sin and his greed Then discarded, left to wander, in this lonely hell Ravaged mind, broken heart, left an empty shell Lost in darkness, just a wraith A little girl with no faith Her innocence was shattered As her soul was battered In this darkness, her spark is dying All alone, no one hears her crying A girl and her fate A boy and his hate A wall they build A hole never filled Time carried on Tormentors now gone The scars carry fear Letting no one else near We move through the void Cold and alone Seeking shelter Our hearts home The tears we shed And how we bled The pain of which they fed Our heart's were bleeding red Chained and bound Without a sound No one around To see us drown Lost within the broken child Lies a fear, raw and wild An innocence long defiled Never more, meek and mild Our tears, they can't erase The pain etched on our face Nor take us to a place where our demons will not chase. |