Silent Tears by Brenda Sparkmen

Children suffer for so many years,
hidden inside each are silent tears.
Suffering different forms of abuse,
while the abuser offers any excuse.

Too cowardly to tell of their deed,
telling tales to know they succeed.
Remaining always a victims fault,
as to the reason behind the assault.

Bruises appear on their small skin,
scars for life remain buried within.
During the day burdens they keep,
staying with them when they sleep.

Other times abuse not easily seen,
caused by mouths which are mean.
Words being screamed which hurt,
at children continually on the alert.

These children living in total fear,
afraid when asked by anyone near.
Hoping their abuser doesn’t know,
silent tears will again start to flow.

Praying no questions asked today,
somehow gives their abuser away.
Retribution they shall have to pay,
about any remarks they might say.

No safe place where one can hide,
so many long days they have cried.
The silent tears continue endlessly,
wondering if they will ever be free.

Without love and someone to care,
wanting time their fear is not there.
We need to take charge and defend,
so someday a little heart will mend.

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