by Lucinda Davidovna

Created on: January 21, 2009

I almost blame those all around me

More than I blame him

The ones who could perhaps have found me

Just could not begin

To analyse what they saw rising,

Flowing from my soul

The bruises there were not surprising,

Merely took their toll.

As I lay writhing, broken, shattered,

Screaming silent prayers

The childish dreams that once had mattered

Trotted back downstairs

To lie with all those words unspoken

Games still left unplayed

A child once whole who now is broken,

All her edges frayed.

I wish somebody just had listened,

Watched me as I fell

Realised the tears that always glistened

Were reflections of hell.

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