Untitled Poem

Little girl

voice a silent whisper

those who should have protected

fell short.

Turned their blind eyes

away from the pain

thought that it would go away

the devastation they did cause

who cared

for they were not the ones

carrying the burden.

Screams resound

bounce from one wall

to the next

gripping my head

trying

determined

wishing

that these memories were dead.

I see

I remember

did you know you were in the room?

Guess when you are the only one

to feel

to remember

to live in anguish

everyone else can ignore

unless they stare down at you

make you feel like a whore.

Oct. 23/18

Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash