The sky a midnight abyss, lunar ivory glow -
non-existent,
My voice trapped in my throat,
Silent screams reverberating in solitary ebony.
Trapped in a demon strewn hell,
No-where to run, no-one to tell.
Terrified of the consequences -
Too young to even contemplate them.
Fighting to keep my fractured mind from breaking,
Body weak, my soul is aching.
Disgusted at myself for being bad,
Always wanting to tell my Dad.
So young, so scared, so lonely.
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