Winning
Poem April 16, 1999
Yesterday
he came
And
then he came again
Came
into my world
Came
among my dreams
Angry
as I was
I
could not move my arms
Could
not strike a blow
Could
not cause him harm
Then
when I awoke
The
sun slipped in my eyes
Slipped
away the fears
Slipped
away his crimes
When
again I rest
I'll
plead a little prayer
Plead
for sweeter dreams
Plead
for pleasant air.
Female,
Aged 16 |