"Torn Apart"

Bessie
O! Bessie
Why are you
Hiding in the cupboard
Where I cannot find you?
Dad's drinking down in the den.
Please come out that we can pray
He may be too drunk to hurt us again.

Moonlight haunts me on a lake of thoughts
In fields of snow where nothing grows
In the house of darkness.
The memory of days
When he tied us
For sex again
In tears
Torn.

The
Kind sheriff
Visited to say
He locked dad away.
We can come out to safety
No more need to pray
Crying tears away
In the cupboard
Terrified
Hiding.

Today
A new day
For the sisters
Bessie and May
Playing in the orphanage.
But never with boys
Who they fear
Remembering
Yesterdays,
Torn apart.