Seconds pass, hours and days,
stuck in a mess she did not create.
She wonders if life was a mistake
or if next time her mind will break.
A mind that is old beyond its years,
she wonders why no one cares.
If people are really so unaware
of what a little girl is forced to bare.
Her feelings are numb,
but she does not succumb.
She knows her time will come,
when she can escape this scum.
That I have to post this upsets me:
My poems are copyright. I am sharing my
poems for you to read not for you to
post willy-nilly to a website, in
your newsletter or anywhere else with out
my permission. I am available, leave me a
message. Especially to those who change
the name of my poem and not give proper
credit. You should be ashamed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time never stands stable! It keeps moving...... So we can reasonably hope that from bad times, we will move to times good! Enjoyed!