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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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