As the abuse started, she stood still, her body in shock, being forced against it's will, But then it was over it was stored deep within,
By Sonya Schnare7 years ago in Poets
A child's rhyme, a child's dreams A child's eyes, a child's screams... Have you ever seen a child so weak from pain? So weak that minute movement is gain?
howling at a full and pungent moon darkness is the night wrapped around me like a cool blanket I see through the wolves sight
Ever felt as if you're all alone although people are all around ever felt as if you've been kicked to the floor when really you're stood upon the ground