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Alone and Afraid I Cry Silently
Rated: ASR | Poetry | Other | #1449814
Quantitive pentameter With love for the survivors who read Shame1444911 and asked for more
Please tell me why this must happen to me.
Alone and afraid I cry silently.
Wanting my tormented mind just to cease,
I sit in the darkness praying for peace

Is this my fault? My own bed have I made?
I cry silently, alone and afraid.
Don’t look in my eyes, for there lives my shame.
He comes at night and says I am to blame.

Why is it that no one else wants to see?
Alone and afraid, I cry silently.
Now I think death is the new word for free.
Why hasn’t someone come to protect me?

No one to talk to - cuts me like a blade.
I cry silently, alone and afraid.
My mother won’t look in my eyes anymore.
If she suspects - what is she waiting for?

Can she not see all the changes in me?
Alone and afraid, I cry silently.
Is there a way to keep my sanity?
I think it’s a bird that I’d rather be.

I’d fly far away, this life to evade.
I cry silently alone and afraid.
Maybe I’ll just be my doll on the shelf,
never more wanting to feel like myself.

The day goes by so fast, so fleetingly.
Alone and afraid, I cry silently.
I can’t stop watching the time on my wrist,
wishing so hard that time did not exist.

The night is coming. It can’t be delayed.
I cry silently, alone and afraid.
I harden my heart and bear it again.
I am someone else, is what I pretend.

So many people that I’d rather be.
Alone and afraid, I cry silently.
He started drinking so early today.
Why can’t my angel make him go away?

Someday when I have children of my own,
they will never cry, afraid and alone.
I won’t be my mother. I will be strong.
I will protect my children from this wrong.

They’ll grow up to be who they want to be.
They won’t be alone and cry silently.
They’ll never have to bear this shame and quilt.
No one will take away dreams they have built.



Quantitive syllabic verse. Pentameter. (introduced by the Greeks, the quantitive system is based upon counting of syllables. Pentameter is 10 syllables. Two syllables =1 foot so this is 5 metrical feet)
This is dedicated to the survivors, who care enough to make a difference.
© Copyright 2008 Scott Kuttner (Bronx) (UN: bronxbishop at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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