Past never leaves. (credit to Lor for ideas).

All alone, fear shatters her life.
Eachtime, she touches agony.
Nursing fresh wounds from her father's knife.
In the darkness of home, none can help or see.

Feeling unsafe, all the time she's in his sight.
Sits and weeps, hidden by the shadow.
On her own, no one can hear her cries.
All in the "safety" of her own home.

Too scared to cry out.
When her father's around.
He screams "you're too loud"
Throws her to the ground.

Dead on the floor, her father sheds no tears.
His little girl, lying so still.
Was it for better, she's lost all her fears.
By her own father, brutally killed.

Many many thanks to Lor for the ideas, they were much needed.

Poem by Hell's Design

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