The boy Standing alone in the dark, I feel the rushing of tiny feet coming from behind me. My arm is grasped and shaken violently. lady!, lady! Didnt you hear me scream!? I replied to him no, I heard nothing. Shaking my arm harder the boy shouts.Lady!, please I am talking to you! Do you not hear my plees?! I looked puzzled at the boy? I thought to myself.. Did I not just speak? I replied again, I heard nothing? Are you alright? You look as is you have had a fight. Tears welled up in his eyes. He looked bewildered as he began to cry. lady.. he wimpered.. why dont you care that I am dying inside..lady please open your eyes!.. I awoke feeling ill..for upon awakening I understood. I knew the boy had been beaten, I knew it was just a dream..but for many children this is a reality..and crying out for help is as hard as trying to wake someone from their sleep from within their dream...how do I know? Because I, as a child, have had unheard screams..
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 17:14:14 +0000