Alone in her room Surrounded by darkness She waits, And prays to the God That she knows is not there. Lying still With eyes shut tight She listens. Fear turns to Terror as the Footsteps grow nearer. He stands by her bed. Not a word is spoken. Soft, gentle touches Soft, gentle lies. He lays down beside her But she is not there. She is gone now. The body he invades Is not her body. The pain that tears Through that body Is not her pain. Not a word is spoken As he stands by her bed. An eternity passing As she waits for The sound. He is gone now. Alone in her room Surrounded by darkness She waits, And cries the Silent tears of Her lonely death.
Reason for writing:
I'm a therapist who was working with child sexual abuse victims and one night
I woke up shaking and sweating and this poem just
tumbled out of my head. I had never written a poem before.
It scared the hell out of me.
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