She can't seem to enjoy, all that
life has to give;
for this question continues to
haunt her, 'Oh how do I live'?
She can't enjoy the sunshine, for
all she sees is the outcome;
the sun will be setting soon, upon
this little one.
As usual, in her life, the bright
skies never last;
for when evening befalls her,
her shadow of fear is cast.
Then bedtime will follow soon, where
there's no trace of the Sun;
only pain and sorrow, will she feel,
when they are finished having their fun.
And just as the night before, her
world will turn very cold;
as she feels an obligation, to do
what she is told.
They'll enter her silent world, where
no light does she ever see;
and she'll feel so very all alone,
as she becomes what they want her to be.
Just like all of the other nights,
she'll quietly comply;
for resisting would be useless, so
she lays there and silently cries.
They'll do things to her, that she
can't possibly describe;
and she'll lay there in utter horror,
as she reluctantly complies.
When their deeds are finally finished,
she'll be left as an empty shell;
where once upon a time, an untainted
child dwelled.
Ruth warren
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