The Victim




Slipping into the darkness,

her cries go unheard.

There is nowhere to hide

from a monster this close.



There are those who suspect

yet remain silent,

allowing her to live

in her hideous nightmare.



She lives in constant fear

of waking the monster.

She mustn't do anything wrong

she has to be perfect.



In the safety of her peers

the monster demands silence.

Their laughter puzzles her.

Don't they have monsters too?



Another night comes.

Careful not to leave a mark

the beast strikes again.

Her nightmare continues.



Just another night among many.

She weeps in the dark

wondering when if ever,

someone will open their eyes.





This poem is dedicated to the

thousands of women and children who

suffer from abuse. Please

help put an end to their nightmare.

Don't close your eyes, lend a hand.