They sit and recite; <br /> In fear of abuse; <br /> Drifting and failing; <br /> Into a heart of darkness. <br /> With perennial horrid despair; <br /> They call out in pain; <br /> Which resolves in a forgotten silence. <br /> The only glitter of hope, <br /> Is their escape of solitude.<br /><br />Arline Guskin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/concealing-the-torment/
