The little eight year old Rose is
hiding in the shadows,
Trying to avoid the endless
circule of pain her life has transformed.
The memories were plugged in her mind.
The dirty hands of a man,
The alcohol could smell
in that dirty ugly place,
The rope tied around her hands ,
The tape glued on her mouth,
not leting her breath,
scream or even beg for mercy
to that man who ripped his
heart out and her clothe off.
Poor Rose,
she was so naive,
She didn't get what he was doing.
She just felt pain,
Pain in her heart and in
her whole tiny body.
Dear girl,
Im sorry for all you have been
trough.
I can imagine how the tears fell
from your big gorgeous blue eyes,
while he diged himself more into you.
I can imagine your
sobs and your misery
when he didn't stop.
When his hands were traveling to
your child ungrown chest and
your girly hips.
Oh, poor Rose,
Your life is never going to be
the same it was,
And the worst thing of all is
That when you are suffering
alone in your bedroom,
Crying out loud while
watching how the sun set
by your window,
Your parents are downstairs,
Completley oblivious from what
just happened when you finally
got home from the school...
That horrible man,
With that sick soul,
Is still out there,
Maybe doing to other young girls
The same he did to you.
He is not in jail
Like he should be,
And its not fair.
Oh ..my dear Rosie...
Thats a big lesson you have
learned for the rest of your days :
Life..
Is never fair.
YOU ARE READING
Misery
RandomA few poems about the sad life a lot of people have across the world and the misery they are constantly stuck in .
