Dawn was only nine
when she had her first dream,
she woke in a sweat
and her body chilled feeling such need.
As she sat up in the bed
shadows moved about,
and it frightened Dawn her mouth
wretched into a silent shout.
It was that inner person
evil to the core ,
Who crept within Dawns mind
in the darkness for sure.
Each night she fell
into the depths of hell,
a place where Sarah hid within
her secret she would never tell.
The third night Dawn
tossed and turned,
she began to walk in her sleep
unconcerned.
While she wondered about the house
Sarah began to show,
and the evil mounted
to a height out of control.
Eyes wide open yet another
looked from within,
she held the knife tightly
and held a wicked grin.
She took life that night
and giggled with delight,
then returned to the bed
as Dawns form saw the first light.
As Dawn woke that morning
blood riddled the sheets,
she screamed and sat up
in utter disbelief.
Her mom came rushing in
and dropped to her knees,
and cried out to Dawn
baby why tell me please.
A voice not Dawns took hold
and spoke with a chilling tone,
it replied I live within this body
she is my home.
I will take you each night
I remain within this house,
and she wiped the blood about her face
then sucked her fingers in her mouth.
Dawn jumped and ran to her mom
screaming in freight,
they reached out to the priests
from town before the next night.
The priest stayed within the home
to watch over Dawn to see,
and as Sarah returned all they heard
was the priests shrilling plea.
Often others see through our eyes
often we are overcome
by the souls of the night.
A child wide open without faith
or being blessed,
is a playground for the devil
a playground of death.
If you are a child
lost and in such pain,
and the nightmares take over
again and again.
One must have belief
to fill the soul,
with love and goodness
and reaching for the ultimate goal.
Only their are those
who refuses helping hands,
and to do this the devil dwells
within once again.
Whispers within the mind
of suicide and hate,
fills the emptiness
within make no mistake.
Do you have another who lives within,
one who takes enjoyment from others pain
and wears a wicked grin.
Tempted with drugs you follow
their whispers you see,
and within those whispers
it says love you don't need.
When you don't feed the devil
your body is racked in pain,
it trembles and folds up
and you feel you need the elixir once again.
You hear no one with hands
out to help you through,
tell me what entity
resides within you.
Author notes
Oh generations the parents of yesterday who took the drugs and lived through the day .Now see their children today riddled in pain for the drugs of today turns to death walking with such pain . Hear not the whispers from the drugs you injest .Look into the mirror and know its all by choice you bet .If you want love then you must turn it around and instead of whispers of suicide bring love back around . Go to your parents and get down on your knees and if they wont listen then go to your local priest . Take the hands of those who are drug free and you will find the love you so need . Times of today have no place for drugs
they pull you in but its never enough .Young girls taken and sold for sex slaves and beaten today tell me please where do you fit into this picture today .
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Comments
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Wow. Such a deep write you have here. So dark, so true. So up front. You smacked the nail right on the head with this one. I really enjoyed reading it. A pang of sadness at your words, and even worse, your words are true. Good job.
love always,
mylee -
oh my a bit frightening
well I had an imaginery friend named Sarah when I was a child, she was an Angel
this is well written so dark,
but I did get a little scared
God bless you my friend...
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a very deep and powerful poem my friend good luck in the contest
maralisa
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Intriguing powerful write. A bit long, but it read quickly and held my attention. It's been a while since I read a poem of yours but I know that whenever I'm looking for a powerful poem that comes straight from the heart (and touches the heart) I can find my way to a poem of yours
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This was the creepiest most chilling poem I have ever read. A few rhymes seemed forced, but it was barely noticable because i was so intrigued. Great write!! I really enjoyed it, my heart is still beating fast and loud.
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Well, this is very dark. It's chilling how you tell it about a child, i think that's what makes it even more powerful, because we do not want to think of children being like this.
It was written very well.
Holly.
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