5 am. Still awake.
I have waited years
for this flower to unfurl
Calling out its name,
only to hear a faint echo.
The girl whom you saw
disappeared later on.
The one that was found
can never be the same.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
From the year you left,
the girl met a friend
Being too innocent and naive,
she was taken for advantage.
From the second year you left,
she finally turned seven.
Closed her eyes and made a wish
then blew her birthday candles.
From the third year you left,
she's feeling more pain.
More bruises and scars
But she was too helpless...
She tried calling for help,
but was left, hung up.
The people would see...
but they'll just say: *let it be.
From the fifth year you left,
she once awoke to a fight
screaming, swearing, this and that,
ended up with blood-stained glasses
From the sixth year you left,
she moved to a new school.
She learned, she excelled
finally thought she found her home.
From the eight year you left,
things started to change.
Battled depression, weeped everyday
Closing the end, but lived once again.
From the tenth year you left,
she wonders why she's gone numb.
Now you're back, forcing words
All that's left to do was to burn her to ashes.
After 10 straight years, I'll finally be able to see my mom again.
Can't feel a thing.
