Larry Belt Poet Rhyme

House of Whispers

She sits in the corner, hiding her face
While trying not to be seen
She talks to herself in silent whispers
A child of only thirteen

She closes her eyes and holds her breath
Praying he passes her by
She struggles to be invisible
But his footsteps keep drawing him nigh

He screams her name with rum on his breath
She whispers a silent prayer
She prays for God to close his eyes
And not let him find her there

This corner becomes her refuge
As her father comes stumbling by
Her heartbeat fills the empty room
As she tries her best not to cry

Her father finds an empty bed
And closes his eyes to sleep
She thanks the Lord for hearing her prayer
And silently begins to weep

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Carolyn Devonshire February 13, 2011 at 9:43 AM We hear of cases like this so often, Larry. It's just unimaginable to me that a father could inflict so much pain on his daughter. My father was a wonderful man and your poem makes me realize how blessed I was to have him. Love, Carolyn

Joyce Johnson February 13, 2011 at 8:20 AM Great work Larry. The depravity of these men is beyond my comprehension. Society has surely failed these children. Joyce

Ralph Taylor February 13, 2011 at 7:25 AM Far too much of this going on, my friend. Excellent portrayal. Bob and Sara said it all. Nice going. Ralph

Robert A. Dufresne February 13, 2011 at 6:42 AM I am totally with Sara on this one Larry. You've done an excellent job in portraying the tragic, frightful plight of many. We all need to pray with and for these children. Thanks you.

Sara Kendrick February 13, 2011 at 6:19 AM You have captured the emotion of the child who constantly suffers abuse very well..This is horrible for the one who has to constantly experience this trauma..Sara