by Lucinda Davidovna

Created on: January 21, 2009

Hearing voices in the dark

From years so long ago

Releases in her something old

She doesn't want to know.

Its subtle revelations bring

Her childhood to its end

She realises everything

She's found inside her penned.

As pen hits paper, lashes out

The reams written deep down

Cast lengthy shadows round about

The home in which she drowned.

It feels as if she's drowning still,

Her soul can take no more

She wants to write; her pen at will

Refuses to explore

Such powerful things as need be seen

Beneath her long-lost guard

That makes her think of what she's been;

Reminds her how she's scarred.

As she surrendered to his force,

Something inside her snapped

The dreadful fear that runs its course

Down paths inside her mapped.

As he reached further, she felt less

The more and more occurred

Her eyes closed tight, her thought suppressed

She knew she wasn't heard.

Yet now she is, she knows not how

Her many tears to cry

She feels as if it's gone somehow

It's obsolete, it's dry.

She can't begin to comprehend

The life that she once knew

She thinks, remembers all those men,

The fears that they pursued.

Her hands trace back words, counting down

The many years she lay

Submitting, floundering, almost drowned,

In many awful ways.

And now she can't even express

What her voice wants to say

Her written thoughts refuse to press

The points that haunt her day.

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