She can't seem to enjoy, all that <br />life has to give; <br />for this question continues to <br />haunt her, 'Oh how do I live'? <br /> <br />She can't enjoy the sunshine, for <br />all she sees is the outcome; <br />the sun will be setting soon, upon <br />this little one. <br /> <br />As usual, in her life, the bright <br />skies never last; <br />for when evening befalls her, <br />her shadow of fear is cast. <br /> <br />Then bedtime will follow soon, where <br />there's no trace of the Sun; <br />only pain and sorrow, will she feel, <br />when they are finished having their fun. <br /> <br />And just as the night before, her <br />world will turn very cold; <br />as she feels an obligation, to do <br />what she is told. <br /> <br />They'll enter her silent world, where <br />no light does she ever see; <br />and she'll feel so very all alone, <br />as she becomes what they want her to be. <br /> <br />Just like all of the other nights, <br />she'll quietly comply; <br />for resisting would be useless, so <br />she lays there and silently cries. <br /> <br />They'll do things to her, that she <br />can't possibly describe; <br />and she'll lay there in utter horror, <br />as she reluctantly complies. <br /> <br />When their deeds are finally finished, <br />she'll be left as an empty shell; <br />where once upon a time, an untainted <br />child dwelled.<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-setting-of-the-sun/
