The Dark Room
I open up the door to walk into the dark room
Around me is just shadow, darkness creeping
I hear a soft cry, but there is no one in sight
Lightning cracks apart the night sky
Light flashing through the open window
And that’s when I see her, sitting in the corner
Holding her head in her hands, no more than eight
She silently cries to herself, ignoring my presence
“Little girl, are you okay”, slowly she turns her head
And I’m staring at a white porcelain mask with a sneer.
A grin stretched from ear to ear, but only sorrow underneath
A face that’s peering deep within my soul, looking for pain
Yet it is trying to hide its own shattered remains
The mask has a smile, but the eyes have only tears
I reach out my hand, trying to see if I can help
But she quickly pulls away, too scared to move
“He will be back, I know it” she cries to herself
“Who?” I ask, afraid to know what she means
She repeats herself, forcing a smile amongst the despair
“Let me help you, take you away” She continues to cry
And she begins to fade away, trapped in her own hell
Alone and buried underneath the false hope and lies.