I know you are probably crying
Alone, not knowing what to do
Having no one to turn to
And not understanding what is happening
Confused, lost, unknown and unseen
Curled away and forgotten
The darkness of the room
Alone, looking out the window with no hope in sight
Listening, praying but no God there
To help in the slightest way
A bang on the door
Or a glimmer of hope, to be stolen at any moment
Looking at his sick face daily
Seeing the disgust; being touched
Living with evil
A nightmare on every turn
I know you don't know me
And would not acknowledge me in the crowd
But I am your voice
Where you will be, once he is gone.
Be strong, tonight may be dark and the footsteps loud
But he can never destroy you
For I am here, waiting, your future self
Writing slow tales of the horror you endured.
Feel safe knowing I am here
Keeping you kind
Getting you help
And holding you as you cry
By Tracey Copyright 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
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