I kept crying, but no one heard me.
The man alive… just had to hurt me.
He stole a life from a smiling child.
He placed a knife and drove it wild.
He pushed and turned as his hand enjoyed.
The endless torture, my body annoyed.
There wasn’t any justice to the attack.
You kept on going, never looking back.
You were so scared of what he’d do,
If someone helped me and it was you.
You coward. You just left me to die.
I screamed for your help, but had to cry.
You left me in blood, my body pouring out.
You couldn’t rescue me, or help me out.
Stay away, you deserter. I’m dead.
You said you cared, but left instead.

8-23-1992 Sunday
Written by Gail Brookshire
God is my hero.