When men are pure, laws are useless; when men are corrupt, laws are broken. - Benjamin Disreali

It came at night

A little girl, so small, so frail Locked in a prison of pure hell. It came at night, a demon so strong She trusted him, was that so wrong? How could she possibly know This trusting little soul. A family member you should hold so dear Her stepbrother taught her how to fear. Your meant to look to them for guidance Now she has to be silenced. He took her innocents in one savage swoop At the age of seven she entered gloom This was most defiantly wrong, She could not tell right from wrong. Now a teenager, she would escape She left her home, big mistake. She ran to where the streets are paved with gold What they don't tell you is they are also paid with souls. Her soul soo touch with despair, A mother now who knows how to care. Who know its such a cruel world out there.

© Sarah browne


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