Silenced

 

 

Silenced

There, she stands,

In the corner,

Peering through the window;

Freedom is only a dream.

She’s nonexistent,

The disassociation from a

Haunted past:

Always escaping the voices of terror....

She longs to speak,

But words escape her...

Wanting to cry out,

Her tears have become silent...

There she stands, a victim,

No one perceives.

Reality, an enemy,

Predators strip her innocence.

Though called by many names,

The decision is not hers.

To the left, to the right,

One is in question:

Auction, or the chopping block?

A chameleon of colors,

submitting to their command;

In that hour, evening, or day.

A paralyzed puppet until the dance,

they seal her lips;

Catatonic words....

Hearts torn asunder;

Feelings are just a memory....

Her body is owned by the predators

Set her soul free,

Less you empower such slavery.

 

September 12, 2005

Copyright © Chong N. Kim, 2005