A Poem
The quiet— not the peaceful kind,
but a silence so loud,
It breaks the mind.
I have never known a silent serene,
Only echoes of pain where love should have been.
I haven’t experienced music,
let alone people conversing,
children laughing, dogs barking,
or the calm melody of birds chirping.
I have never felt the sun burn my skin,
or fresh air wallow through my hair.
I have never been kissed the way I crave,
Nor worn a dress that’s makes me brave.
All this brings tears to my eyes,
and I don’t know whys,
As I wouldn’t know how it feels to be adored,
Only used, left ignored.
All I know is him, that monster,
who keeps me locked away like a caged imposter,
using me for his own pleasure,
but treating me like no national treasure.
For years I’ve screamed, no help arrives,
My voice lost, where silence thrives.
These walls confine, never break,
A hollow reminder of what he takes.
He sickens me, all I want is to fight it,
but I am too weak, he has led me to quit.
I am his pet, so to speak.
Some days I think I’ll break free,
it makes me laugh, isn’t that sad?
Will I ever be free?
Or is this the life God laid out for me?
