Five year old death Poem Tip toes on a toilet seat, fingers grasping the windowpane until they turn blistering red . Chin resting between two hands, if she screamed would she be heard? Or would they walk away again? Why are they so afraid to help a child living in fear and pain? Be real quiet... silently as can, step down... tip toes to the door... little ear pressed against it now.. heartbeat noisy, can’t hear anything... hold breath in tight... listen again... no sounds now on the other side... Hop back on that toilet seat, too small to really see out. Give a shout, no one hears as always or they turn their backs from the heart-wrenching noise of a child being abused as a play toy. Look at the door again, seems so quiet now maybe she can tiptoe back to bed. Be real quiet... silently as can, step down... tip toes to the door... little ear pressed against it now.. heartbeat noisy, can’t hear anything... hold breath in tight... listen again... no sounds now on the other side... Hands holding door knob tight, real quiet now and try to turn the knob inch by inch, squeak! Close real fast and lock it up! No time to even peak! Back to the toilet seat! Seems like hours have went by but only mere minutes, the clock shows her with every silent tick. Be real quiet... silently as can, step down... tip toes to the door... little ear pressed against it now.. heartbeat noisy, can’t hear anything... hold breath in tight... listen again... no sounds now on the other side... Grab that handle really hard now, fly the door open and run fast to find another place to hide. To late there was no escape, beside the door he hid and waited. Thrown down on the floor! Left tattered and bruised. Skin raw between thighs, tears silently fall from her eyes. Once again outsmarted and left in pain. A five year old died that day on the floor of misery! Her heart to live in fear her childhood gone in such short years. She shockingly stands and walks away, a five year old died that day! A woman it seemed was to take her place to fill the void of a man’s disgrace. Nightmares to live in her forever, why could she not of been just a little taller? Maybe she could have seen outside of that windowpane, made someone see the tears that hid on her face! Maybe through her tears they would have been strong enough to not walk away. A five year old died that day, a woman left to stand in her bloodied footprints of pain...
Posted on: Thu, 04 Jul 2013 04:10:03 +0000