Whats Left Of Her Soul Poem by Kaila George

She sits upon the chair
and see's the ties
That bond her still
she lets out a scream
only to learn
That she can not be heard
She looks around in fear
At the dark and dirty room
Only to see the hands
that rips away at her soul
She struggles she fights
the bonds that hold her still
She hears laughter and insults
As they tear away at her clothes
As she struggles in her seat
Then she learns to be void
Of feelings and voice
And watchs them strip
Her humanity no more
She feels as if shes a drift
As she floats above the carnage
And feels sorry for the child
That sits all alone
Not realizing that
its her body of old
Then sudden awereness
wakes her to reality
and then tears trickle quitely
As she fights with dignity
At whats left of her soul