The Night That Wonders

At night I sit and wonder,

not until night comes and wonders on

my bed and the tears ran over my head.

I thought it was a dream, but it wasn’t and I

wanted to scream.

The night sits and wonders, while I dream

a dream, but it was a gleam to the unseen,

while he lays hands on me. The night sits and

wonders, while I’m under my deathly

hallow.

  He touched me, he touched my breast

with the excuse he is just a man.

The night that sits and wonders, while

the pain rest, perhaps crying is not the best,

but killing would be the quest.      

The night that sits and rests on my bed,

can no longer be my friend, I can no longer pretend and in

the end  justice will be made.

At last, the sun will give me what I had believed in,

and that night would be unforgiving.