Down the twisted staircase to the dragons lair
I can't breath or speak, my eyes widened in terror.
Please speak up, say something for me. Save me, save me.
How can this be?
Every face I thought I knew turns their head from thy heart.
Every voice that I hear is of fear and blame.
I am not your escape from reality.
I am not your reasoning for behaving badly.
I was a protective mom who stood up proudly.
You'd rather stick your heads in the sand than stand up against that hideous man.
The voice screaming was never heard and silenced like a mouse with the snap of the neck.
Now who will be their savior?
Who will they protect, but each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was a protective mom who stood up proudly. a hidden concern for a child by a mother.. some deep emotions to get connected.. yes you need a 10.. keep it up