Not One Sound Poem by Holly Jamestone

I lived in the basement and I never made a sound
Not a soul knew of my woe occurring underground
Mamma left the day she drove her car into that tree
Our daddy couldn't care for us and needed to be free

Grandma had to take us in but grandpa was upset
My sisters got to live upstairs but I became his pet
And Grandma she pretended that I wasn't underground
So I became invisible and never made a sound

The years passed by, my sisters left and I was all alone
Unspeakable my Grandpa's acts with no will to atone
I died down there and life went on as though I did not live
The things that grandpa did to me a child could not forgive

Grandma went to hell I s'pose but Grandpa lingers on
My ghost remains to haunt him now as though I am not gone
I see the light beyond the door and leaves upon the tree
Till Mamma comes from Heaven one day to rescue me

7-26-13
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