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Regina Newton Poem
Breathing softly in my bed,
Visions of sugarplums, in my head.
Shadows hovering in the night,
Soul awakens, to take flight.
But, I won't scream.
Told not to scream.
Rough hands groping below my head,
Rough lips seeking to be fed.
No one knows this young child's plight,
Dad's embrace she must now fight.
But, must not scream.
No, I won't scream.
A single tear upon my face,
I grit my teeth, I know my place.
I leave my body, so small and light,
A five year old can still take flight.
But, I won't scream.
No, I won't scream.
.
There is no pain, where now I go.
I'm flying now, he hurts me so.
I'm just a child, why can't he see,
He's hurting something deep in me?
But, I don't scream.
I just can't scream.
The weight is something, no child should bare
Seems rough hands are just everywhere.
But, souls have wings, this much I know,
To fly away from realms below.
Cause there I scream.
YES, THERE I SCREAM!
The stars inside, the bleakest night,
I know I lost, this final fight.
My body's racked ,with so much pain,
My soul doesn't wish to return again.
And, now it screams.
A silent scream.
I look to see a face I know,
But, he's now a stranger, I want to go.
No longer free to be a child.
No longer free to have a smile.
Can no longer scream,
I just cant' scream.
Unending screams...
By Regina Newton (c)2013
Copyright © Regina Newton | Year Posted 2013
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