THE WALL INSIDE

She sits by the corner

Glued to the wall

With shame stapled on each drop of tear she ever bled

She was always cared of the night time

It always felt like a caravan of skeletons reaching for her soul in the dark

Those nights, when Daddy subtracted her worth like a math equation

A simultaneous action that thought her that innocence was a treasure one would never find

And you could always mine your mind into believing the tempest of fairytales

But,

Of what use is gospel

If her protector became violator

He would always tell her he loved her

Of what use is beauty

When your body is an amusement park he never stops exploring

You could tell Mommy

Report the case to anybody

But oh well, who would listen

He’s your Daddy

And you’re just a child after all

And you would grow up to become an atheist of love

An unbeliever of true affection

Your doubt will rise like the sun

But unfortunately,

Yours will have no ending.