Chained an bound
she lays
Blood drips from
where he beat her
with his cane
Always controlled by a
man
She knew no better
For that was the way
she was raised
Looking up to the ceiling
recalling all
mistakes she'd made
That can never be erased
Just as a child there was no
way out
She chose to cross into a
dangerous world For
punishment to her was a
way of life
Shed not a tear
For in her eyes she
deserved to be punished
For stupid mistake
she made
Chained and bound
with tear filled eyes
she does
lay
Blood drips from he
beat her with
his cane
She lays alone in a
darken room
As she slowly drifts
away
Written7/23/05
Copyrights Jackie Kirby 7/23/05
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem