Abused

She lied there all alone,covered in a torn white sheet,
In the darkest corner of the damp room,
Waiting earnestly for any last rays of hope,
Or even the cold light of the moon.


She anxiously continues to stare up high,
At the shining stars in the bleak dark sky,
Waiting for the slightest rays of light,
While pulling up her sheet and shivering in fright.

Will she ever escape this nightmare,Will they ever find her here,
As the cold air touches her face, she looked awefully scared.
She continued to look towards the horizon, waiting for the impending doom,
As the first rays of the sun appear to end the night of gloom.

The sound of rotors seemed to be melody to her ears,
Finally the chopper appeared like a guardian angel.
They managed to rescue her from all her miseries,
After these two long seemingly unending years.

Now she sits by the room, recollecting those days,
And the amount of torture she had to endure,
The two years have sowed the seeds of lunacy in her mind,
As she continues to stare blindly at the wall,while others wait for her to cure.