The Most Sordid Game Poem by LeNiTa t.f

Oh...she knows...
He is coming to play the sordid game...
And she just wants to die in the rain...
She is afraid, she is terrified, petrified in fear...
But she can't do anything...It is an awful stain...

What a shame, nobody sees...
She is in a cage...Who's got the key?
But it is there in the past, in what still lasts
From the memories that never fade...

Dark afernoons, cruel moons...
She is a flower dying without bloom...
But she is not alone in that big home...
Time of destruction and pain...
She is only five...
Oh Lord...She doesn't want to remember it again!

Lenita T.F