Left hurt this young woman, <br />a child within screaming but not a child inside growing. <br /> <br />Unspoken of to others, her torture and pain. <br />Crying, he think he's spared her the awful remains... <br />of an awkward, bonded goodbye. <br /> <br />Instead she's left, <br />left now to cry... <br />because he rushed her to leave, full from his smile, <br />a smile filled with a wicked high. <br /> <br />Revolted and without her clothes... <br />measures, never taken. <br />Eyes her up as mistaken, naked... <br />vulnerability and frailty. <br /> <br />A brain waking up to walk down the road and wonders if she'll trust a man again... <br /> <br />Will she start to cry and shake if a man closes his door? <br />Can she take looking in his eyes or will she look at the floor? <br />Like she did when she was screaming, when that child within was screaming... <br /> <br />They'll always be the uncertainty of stability. <br />Unsteady becomes life and the water that once nurtures, surrounds.. <br />the waves could clash, around the water stilled, <br />she still thinks about that man and how his smile was filled, <br />filled with soulless signs to others unknown. <br />Only to know and forming a clear bright skied rainbow shown... <br />but if unable, a perfect storm is warming to roam.<br /><br />Luna Malin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/left-hurt/
