Maybe I can say ‘the cry no one paid attention to’.
A pure heart,
Yet so young,
Maybe just under five.
But not about everything….
How can she forget?
How can she forget how she got lost?
Her mind ,
It still remembers….
It still remembers when, where and how it all happened.
I mean, could she ever forget that man?
Old enough to be her father,
She called him a friend, He forced himself on her.
She cried, looking him in the eyes, yet, he felt no pity…
She asks why.
She is there,
Confined to a cage of pain,
Somehow, regretting … the fact that she is a girl.
She is completely lost,
She cries. She smiles,
They think she is fine but she hides her pain,
Her heart mourns deeply.
At a tender age, she matured…
So young, her life as a child came to an end.