Haunting
Tears
Her
cries scream with rage in the night hours
Yet
no one seems to hear.
A
runaway living on the streets
She
died alone in darkness that night, no one ever noticed.
She
was only fifteen when she died
Her
grave is unnamed in the cemetery, Jane Doe 22.
Her
parents have never had closure
They
still hope she will return home.
Last
night was the tenth anniversary of her death
The
stroke of midnight
he woke.
There
she was waiting for his awakening
Her
haunting tears, he gently wiped dry as he listened.
Her
tale was such, her tears kept falling
Her
tortured soul has not rested, the horror still holds strong.
Dawn
was setting in as he wiped her final tear
Final retribution was needed.
Her
cries scream with rage in the night hours
Alone
in darkness she died that night.
Her
tortured soul, her haunting tears
She
was a runaway, no one ever noticed.
For
ten years she has waited and has finally been heard
Before
nightfall her torture would be over.
Her
grave flourishes with flowers now
Samantha’s
tears haunt no more.
©
Steve Gillespie
