Beaten Poem by Hannah Shier

Beaten



Cry
out.
Hello?
God, You there?
Can You hear me? I
can't hear You. Why, God? Why is this
happening to me? Please! Stop! I've had enough! Daddy!
... I cry. I can't move. Am I dead? So cold. Where's the light? Is this Hell? So dark...

I'm alone.

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