Tonight brings smiles. Friends are here to share her joy. Together they chat and dance and laugh. Hours too join in - they dance as they slip away; Safe and happy - smiles stay.
SUDDENLY - they've all run away. All the trusted ones; The light, the joy - gone. The feelings of safety run past, The friends she had fade fast. They ignore the tear that betrays the fear that comes to mock her innocence. A lonely street, a cold breeze, a girl and a beast who hunts.
She stares at the spot where a friend disappeared and left her all alone - suddenly - on a cold dark lonely street. She feels it, she knows it, ever nearer draws the beast. This beast, he used to smile at her but now he hunts her down. This beast, she used to trust but now she feels she must - must run. Because he no longer smiles and there's a strange look in his eyes. Oh, why has everyone gone home, and left her all alone?
She hears footsteps came and she starts to run. Her fear starts to overtake her and see, so does he. She's so scared and so alone - alone except for the beast who hunts. Suddenly trapped - The beast appears just from that spot Where the friend that she had, that she lost, that was not - her friend faded What seems like a lifetime ago. She tries to scream, tries to run away - She can't because he's already there And ... she can't - She can't save herself from the pain and the shame, Of intensity, she never knew could be. Her screams are ignored, her tears are outpoured and still He continues to force her to betray herself. And she can't save herself from the torment that he Inflicts undeservingly.
She came back to life from death: She lost innocence and consciousness all in one step. She stiffens and remembers why, She lies here like this and cries. And cries. And cries. And cries. She looks down at the dirty rags of what's left of the night: Tattered skirt - not too short; tattered blouse - not too tight. A shame comes to live in the filthy wreck inside her That will never again be clean. She will always hear her scream. The one no one else did. She will never be rid - Of the memories of the anguish of the night when she died.
Now she lives in fear: who else lurks out there? To steal her body and ravage her soul. She grows old. But she will never forget. Because everyday, everywhere, She carries the pain she can't bear. Another memory, another tear Another scream, do you hear? I do. Do you think you can know, A woman's fear, of what lurks out there? Do you wonder why ... I do? -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Poetry Contents home contact me
