Friday, July 27, 2012

Five year old death

Tip toes on a toilet
seat,fingers grasping
the windowpane until
they turn blistering
red with pain. Chin
resting between two
hands,if she screamed
would she be heard?Or
would they walk away
again?Why are they so
afraid to help a child
living in fear and pain?

Be real quiet...
silently as can,step down...
tip toes to the door...
little ear pressed against it now..
heartbeat noisy,can't hear anything...
hold breath in tight...
listen again...
no sounds now on the other side...

Hop back on that toilet
seat,to small to really
see out.Give a shout,no
one hears as always or
they turn their backs
from the heart-wrenching
noise of a child being
abused as a play toy.
Look at the door again,
seems so quiet now maybe
she can tiptoe back to bed.

Be real quiet...
silently as can,step down...
tip toes to the door...
little ear pressed against it now..
heartbeat noisy,can't hear anything...
hold breath in tight...
listen again...
no sounds now on the other side...

Hands holding door knob
tight,real quiet now and
try to turn the knob inch
by inch,squeak!Close real
fast and lock it up!no time
to even peak!Back to the
toilet seat!Seems like hours
have went by but only mere
minutes,the clock shows her
with every silent tick.

Be real quiet...
silently as can,step down...
tip toes to the door...
little ear pressed against it now..
heartbeat noisy,can't hear anything...
hold breath in tight...
listen again...
no sounds now on the other side...

Grab that handle really
hard now,fly the door
open and run fast to find
another place to hide.To late
there was no escape,beside
the door he hid and waited.
Thrown down on the floor,left
tattered and bruised.Skin raw
between thighs,tears silently
fall from her eyes.

Once again outsmarted
and left in pain.A five
year old died that day
on the floor of misery!
Her heart to live in
fear her childhood gone
in such short years.

She shockingly stands
and walks away,a five
year old died that day!
A woman it seemed was
to take her place to fill
the void of a mans disgrace.

Nightmares to live in
her forever,why could she
not of been just a little
taller? Maybe she could
of seen outside of that
windowpane,made someone
see the tears that hid
on her face!Maybe through
her tears they would of
been strong enough to not
walk away.

A five year old died that
day,a woman left to stand
in her bloodied footprints
of pain...

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