| With trembling pen in hand I wrote Words of hate I had not spoke. My pain within so evident now While no one seemed to care somehow. My journal was what all I had To voice the pain that hurt so bad. Was I at fault to some degree I need to know, to be set free. My Innocence was taken away No consent, I had no say. A punishment he did receive A few worthless years, would you believe? While I endure a longer sentence Justice denied, truth with no substance. An empty walk from the courthouse halls Etched writings on nameless walls. Silence prevailed week after week At home no one had dared to speak Of the evil witnessed of which they knew No comfort for what I went through. I kept my feelings locked inside Crystal tears were what I cried. From behind closed doors silent tears did fall While all along, they knew it all. written by 3-2003 |
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