Run as fast as you can
It’s coming for you
It can hear you crying
You’d better hide
You unlock the closet door, it creaks open
Heart pounding
Tears falling
It enters the room
Its steps stop in front of the closet
The door handle jiggles and clicks
She opens the door, wooden spoon in hand

~Innocence Broken~

And so it begins..
The innocent little ones are broken
Their sanity and dreams stolen
Violently without words spoken
So badly beaten and bruised
Little ones left weeping and confused
As they silently shed their tears in fear
And no one ever seems to hear
How their voices shake when they speak
And no one ever seems to see
How they tremble when their defenseless and weak
Little ones lives can be very bleak.
Copyright 01-16-17

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