Locked in the attic
Sat in the dark
While other's voices
Are heard in the park.
Knees by the chest
Huddled up tight
Tears on the face
Frozen in fright.
No-one is searching
They think she is dead
The forgotten child
Lives a life of dread.
Sometimes he comes
The Demon in flesh
He twiddles his thumbs
She wished he was dead.
She sits in the dark
Locked up tight
Her soul has been pillaged
She's lost all the fight.
Good ink! I enjoyed it. Thanks a lot dearest poet Della Perry.
a horrible fate is described wonderfully here, with great rhyming. to MyPoemList. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like it. I enjoyed the read. Also, thanks for making it! I needed it for my school......hehe! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ; ~