1,2,3 Change
1,2,3 Change
1,2,3 Change
Her voice had a rhythm as she directed me
To deepest parts of my mind
My mind recalled events of a life past that's dint seem mine
A movie I had no memory of seen
A past a future in an universe were I dint know me
She counted again
And the imagine changed
I was small, something was wrong
I wanted to protect this child for the darkness she had seen
The pureness of her was corrupted
Leaving a horrifying scar for her to see
Every time she looks at the mirror
This child I know so well screams for safety
And no one listens
Her screams became hollow
Her mouth closes
And she smiles
A smile so broken and dead
They believe her
She grows into to a woman
Not been able to glance at the mirror
For her scar is a reminder
Of the small child she did not protect.
YOU ARE READING
Unprotected
PoetryI was small, something was wrong I wanted to protect this child for the darkness she had seen NOTE: Images are not of my production; the signature of the artist and the water-mark was left intentional for that reason.
