Hush now, go to sleep! ........

_it's not a lullaby_

Behind her

 mystiqu'd  facade

      she's still

 a frightened child  

 curves of a woman

yet, wide eyed awe in her eyes

   her honey'd breasts attract men,

    ensnared, shrouded past,

                 stops her

 dead in her tracks

 in her silly head

                she had a dream

     was never meant to be

 this way,

her true heart

 intentions, 

             poisoned

 as a naive girl

her innocence stolen

              upon the knee 

of the the man,

should have been

               her one true hero

    instead 

her safe haven

               was violated

    behind closed doors

in  night's pursuit 

       of    'hear no evil'...

       prayers were

 never heard

   her silent secret screams

 kept locked 

    in a gilded prison 

made for one ~

                 ...her soul to keep

    

Hush now baby, go to sleep! ...

Author's Note

Reviews

[Luissanto]

I am trying to look for the right words but I can't find them... Your words broke
me down in tears as I read them over and over. Anger, pain and sadness were but
a few of the emotions that were tearing through my heart. This injustice goes on
but too many times and it's either unspoken of or ignored. Thank You for letting
your heart speak for all those who cannot.

[Frieda P]

You said all the right words Luis, thanks so much....

[KWP]

not often am I lost for words (as you know) but this time I am, I guess your task as a writer has been achived ... you stopped me dead in my tracks !!!

[Frieda P]

Wow, now that's quite the compliment, thanks Betty! xo

[J. K. Beach]

Wow! Didn't see that coming! Yours are beautiful words about a tragedy that no girl (or boy) should have to bear, especially in silence. I can't even fathom how this ever even happens. I have a daughter who's 13... beautiful and smart... and it makes me sick, deep down to even think...

Well, hell! I was having such a nice evening then KL post that and you post this... Now I have to think and feel all over again. You know, a poet is like a president, never a minute off... I guess I should just pull out the ol' fountain pen--I'm not going to be able to sleep for a while...

[Frieda P]

Happens all too often...sorry me and KL ruined your evening, but hey, evenings are meant to write poetry, carry on J.K. >>>>>>>>>>Grazie mille!

[kublakhan27]

I rarely read two of your pieces back to back Mrs.R, my senses can't take it...your work is the soundtrack of sensory overload, yet I never want the overload to be lifted, and I know your readers feel the same...back-to-back does a job on my emotions too...somehow you pack the emotion of many anthologies into one work, I'll never be able to wrap my mind around that...from 'her safe haven' to 'hear no evil', the impact of those lines is staggering...I find my heart going out to this woman and her silent secret screams, my frank cynicism of 'beautiful' people is defeated...there's not another poet alive that can do that...you're probably thinking I'm over the top in my compliments, but I exaggerate nothing...you're the best, and I'll not be convinced otherwise :) xo

[Frieda P]

You are over the top hon, but don't stop :) Thanks, you know how muchly I appreciate your sweet sentiments and support my dear friend. xo

[kublakhan27]

Haha I'm sure you'll having me gushing again in future works Mrs.R ;) And you know those feelings are mutual...the confidence I get from your support is immeasurable :) xo

[Frieda P]

You're sweet Steve, and I wasn't complaining haha :) x

[kublakhan27]

Haha I know love...no worries there :) x

[Matching Socks]

Oh god, I felt this one.
Very good write.

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Ance.

[Lyn Anderson]

What a powerful poem -- and the amazing haunting tune with it -- I love this, despite the painful dark place it comes from, but maybe because of it, it has a true, clear voice.
I think it should be mystiqued or mystiqu'd and eyed or ey'd ...

[Frieda P]

Wow thanks K...yes, you know sometimes my apostrophelia addiction gets the best of me...