Thursday, April 23, 2009

Poetry - Untitled

"No," my voice is firm somehow.
"no. . ." it is a whimper now.
No! I cannot move my mouth.
Beneath his weight, I start to sink.
I can't move - I can't think
Do I fight? Do I scream?
No, just wait, it's just a dream
Keep your eyes shut and stay still
It's not real, It's not real.
And it's back to reality
As he throws my jeans at me.
Why am I shaking? I'm so scared!
Last thing I knew, I was only laying there!
It was just only a nightmare . . .
I am only a child!
And I'm also in denial.

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