The Haunting

because the past never lets go

Day and night

Shadows bite.

Take it all away.

On her knees

A little girl pleads

And struggles, trying to pray.

The monster of her dreams

Every day is seen.

He tortures and rapes.

She trembles in fear

Because he is here

No matter what steps she takes.

Mind broken and bent

From all the trauma sent

In those early years,

She wishes away

The awful way

The voices whisper in her ears.

The shadows are haunting,

The spirits are daunting--

Her past won't let her go.

Freedom from this

And eternal bliss

Is something she will never know.

Author's Note

what do you think?