A poem about time and its importance
Seconds pass, hours and days,
stuck in a mess she did not create.
She wonders if life was a mistake
or if next time her mind will break.
A mind that is old beyond its years,
she wonders why no one cares.
If people are really so unaware
of what a little girl is forced to bare.
Her feelings are numb,
but she does not succumb.
She knows her time will come,
when she can escape this scum.
-Alesia Leach © 1/2015