In the darkness there is a sound
but it is hidden and can't be found.
In the darkness a child weeps
longing to tell the secret she keeps.
Lost and alone this little girl
who longs again to feel joy.
Dispair and sorrow
no hope for tomorrow
Fear and dread
dark thoughts flood her head.
For years she sits inside her cell
traped within a thickened shell.
In the darkness alone and cold
she waits for her story to someday
be told
Ruth warren
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkness-11/
