The Child is Gone
A little girl...
innocence lies in her green eyes,
ignorant of the world,
and all the danger it provides.
That older man's affection,
once much like a father,
has turned sick and confused,
an ugly like no other.
She lays her head to sleep,
thinking the dark will keep her secure,
until the hands of the man come in to touch,
taking away her feeling of being pure.
She lies there in shock,
feeling battered and abused,
tears soaking into the pillow,
left degraded, confused, and used.
Now she wakes up timid,
and if you look in her eyes,
that innocence has faded,
she keeps to herself,
and pulls away when hugged,
and won't explain why that man is hated.
The child no longer laughs,
she's scared to be home alone,
and because of that man,
the child is gone.
