As the attic walls close in around her,
She frantically searches for a chain.
When finally found she pulls,
But no light rescues her from darkness.
The young child finds the corner,
And cries herself to sleep.
During the night,
To a sound she awakes.
Bolting upright she screams,
Finding herself still in her chamber.
Unable to see the walls of her cell,
She wishes for someone to save her.
All alone she was locked away,
For what crime he did not say.
The truth be told,
There was no crime.
Only an old man's insanity,
And a young mothers fears.
So alone in darkness she sits crying,
And alone she shall cry through the years.
© 1995 "Pixie" Brearley
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