The child is filled with terror, <br />as she trembles in her room; <br />it's almost time, for her to comply, <br />with their wishes, all too soon. <br /> <br />She is nothing more, than a voice <br />that's never heard; <br />her feelings are ignored, so she <br />doesn't speak a word. <br /> <br />She just sits and stares, at her <br />dirty bedroom door; <br />waiting, with a terrifying dread, <br />of what's soon to be in store. <br /> <br />Her heart begins to race, as the <br />time draws very near; <br />she starts to sweat, for her heart <br />is consumed, with a neverending fear. <br /> <br />And though she may be small, she has <br />never been unaware; <br />of the abusive treatment she receives, <br />from the ones who clearly don't care. <br /> <br />She is not allowed an opinion, <br />for she is only a little girl; <br />they do not ask permission, to <br />join them in their sick world. <br /> <br />She hears her own heart pounding, <br />as the time has almost come; <br />when they will do horrendous things, <br />to this child, so full of love. <br /> <br />She feels used and abused, by their <br />actions, throughout the years; <br />and they make her wish that she were dead, <br />as she cries her silent tears.<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/their-world/
