Vision of Hope

There was a child on the floor locked behind the door. She was neglected by the life she's led. She was neglected by what was not said. She was hidden from all, beaten and told to fall. Her heart found the troubled mind searching for something so hard to find. Her blackened saddened eyes were hidden by delicate sighs. She asked for, “Hands grace to touch her pretty face.” Her scars never heal; as she thought, “Fear is all I am allowed to feel.” There lurking back in the dark of her mind, far in the distance so hard to see. Yet she can feel when it's close to her. Lays the wounded, the shattered remains, of love betrayed. The innocence of a child bought and sold, in the name of the dammed. The rage of the angels left silent and cold. How can she keep inside the hurt she knows that is true? The smile of the dawn, brings, tainted lust singing her requiem. Can she face the day when she was tortured in her trust? Mean while her salvation was crumbled to dust. She bears the scars of sin too deep. She was sitting still, calm, and clever. She watch ahead, saw a shadow, not too beautiful, not too slim. In her thick fog appearing a vision. She was wandering around. She can't find away out, or an opening, but there is never an end. She can't understand this, but realized what reality was. She bore an endless cycle of pain, fear, beauty, and she had hope, needing a name called life.

Copyright ©2009 Stephen Ray Forbes