Cowering in dark corners
Living out my nightmares
Wondering just how many know
Why doesn't anyone care?
Reflections in my mirror
Purple covering soft blue eyes
Tears streaming as a river
Even the guilty can cry
Long ago lost my feelings
Only blank emptiness inside
Searching corridors and halls
For safe places I can hide
Hearing the same footsteps
Slowly coming up the stairs
Frozen and frightened
Feeling all I could bare
The handle on the door
Slowly begins to turn
Hoping it would be mother
Guessing I'll never learn
Slowing advancing to my body
As I'm trying to back away
Pushing me down to the floor
Laying there I prayed
Ripping at my clothes
Wishing I were dead
Reaching out for the knife
Last night hid under the bed
Crying out why baby why?
As the blood began to run
Justice drawing upon him
As the countdown begun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no, i think this is really good. i can visualize this situation, its not too explicit. (: