by Yvonne Keaveney

Created on: June 12, 2008

Little girl alone at night,
Shadows snarl and evoke fright,
Wardrobe stare with sinister face,
Darkness smothers like an ugly lace.
Demons dance with pitchfork raised
Flitting movements, her eyes were glazed.
She counted up as far as she could,
Happy Easter but the horror would
Not leave her twisted broken mind,
If only time she could rewind;
She'd say no and scream aloud
And forgo her 'happy' parents proud.
The man came in and stole her sleep
He made her play while she did weep.
The man is gone but night remains
And imagination breeds terror's reign.
The dark is endless, groping, real
Hands on legs she still can feel.
Though teddies stand sentry by her bed
She goes to sleep, her childhood dead.

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