5 Years Old
Soap didn’t do a thing
Shes just as dirty, just as to blame
Scrubbing didn’t make her clean
Behind sad eyes remains to be seen
She cried but no one came
Laid out on the tile floor
Voices and footsteps behind the door
She cried and no one came
The door cracked,
and the Son of God
came in and carried her off
To the place she wanted to go towards
She came to and realized it was an illusion
She cried and no one came
And your love was just a reason to hurt
Do you like to hurt? I know I do.
Hurt Me Hurt Me
Hurt Me Hurt Me
Tears came down her tiny face
Shes trapped inside this dirty place
She cried and no one came
posted by Jil at 10:32 AM
3 Comments:
I hope someone comes to help you when you need it.
12:34 AM
I have no idea when you wrote this but when I visited the other day it was as if my mind took a picture of it and it has been with me ever since. For me, it is one of the most moving pieces I have read of yours. It is probably because it touches a very deep place within me more than anything but I could not leave without letting you know. This is my third time back to read it again. You are amazing Jil.
8:10 AM
Thanks guys for your comments. This is one of those poems that really makes me feel exposed and vulnerable, so I really appreciate the feedback. I'm glad you like it Steve, I wasnt sure that I should share it.
8:51 AM
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