Poem: Silence Essay, Research Paper
She looked so sad in sleep,
like a friendy hand just out of reach.
As the lights went low they said, “ no one will know”
Of course that was a line of lies,
despite it all she doesn’t cry.
But when the lights went up,
It all changed, she was the slut.
She tried to leave the pain,
the harder she tried the more it stained.
She tried to leave it all behind,
instead it would just bind and bind.
She was left alone to ponder and doubt,
If there was something in the end, if everything could mend.
It indeed became too late, for help.
She saw her early fate.
They say her spirit is still wide awake.
She apparently haunts that same estate.
Where sadly, she once was raped.