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ALesiach Jul 2019
Beyond this door
and in this house.
If walls could speak,
these would weep.

There is no laughter,
there is no love,
There is only tears
and a young girl's fears.

She escapes to her room
and tries to be quiet.
If there is no sound,
he will not come around.

The moon watches
in the window near.
As she cowers in bed
and screams 'NO' in her head.

On the verge of madness,
she watches the **** turn.
His sweat fills the air,
all she can do is stare.

He draws her near,
more poison for her mind.
He drags her to hell
with no one to tell.

ALesiach © 01/01/2015
ALesiach Jul 2019
In this garden
the roses have all withered
the sparrows no longer twitter
the day is dark and bitter

In this garden
a rusty gate swings in the wind
a faded pinwheel gently spins
a sad little girl swings within

In this garden
the trees are brown and rotten
the youthful dreams are forgotten
the little tears fall often

In this garden
the land lays in dark repose
the stream no longer flows
the little eyes bare pain untold

In this garden
once there was beauty here
once laughter flowed sweet and clear
once there was vigilance near

ALesiach © 05/22/2015

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