She Sat There

April 22, 2008
By Rebecca Conrad, Bath, NY

She sat there
Hovering in the corner,
Her thoughts, her fears, her feelings festering inside

She grasps her teddy bear
Holding it close
As if she ould die
If they parted

No one could get near her
She raised her head
Looked up quickly, and covered up again
As if what she saw

Was to painful to watch
But a ghost,
Nor the devil itself,
Was in front of her

Only a reflection,
From the mirror
Was in front of her
To her it was horrid

Nothing could save her
She kne what she was
She knew what was done was done
There was nothing to go back to

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