Stolen Night
Awaken alone in this bed
Crying and lost, I hold my head
My bruised body covered with a sheet
Silently I curl up and begin to weep
My memory draws a blank
He enters and asks if I am awake
He comes to me and says there’s food
I pull away but it does no good
He grabs me and says last night was fun
Then he tosses my clothes to me, ans says it’s getting late
I look outside and see no light
What happened to me that I lost a whole night
He says we met at the bar and it’s been fun
He takes me to my car and then we were done
I cry and I cry, but no one cares
No one knows of my tears
I call the only one that I trust
Not hearing his voice, my hope turns to dust
Isn’t there even one who cares
I look to my gun, but do I dare
I am not a survivor anymore
I am a victim again, all the way to my core
I guess I am not as strong as everyone thinks
My life has been shattered and placed me at the brink
Copyright © Alisha Wren | Year Posted 2008
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