Neglected
Handed hastily made peanut butter and bread
She retreats alone to her rumpled bed
There lies the soiled pillow where she lays her head
Stained with the many tears her eyes have bled
Mother is primping for a night on the town
Just another night she won't be around
Praying for sleep as her little heart pounds
Trembling in fear at every night piercing sound
She knows that mother will be gone for some time
Swallowing drinks on some strange fellow's dime
While her little girl tosses and turns in the grime
Of seldom washed sheets, neglect is the crime
She can only hope mother comes home alone
Instead of with some man she barely had known
But she is woken by the laughter of two people so stoned
It's a miracle they even found their way home
Another night of cowering under her pillow in bed
Wishing she'd heard a bedtime story instead
Of what comes from mother's bedroom, what bad words are said
Sounds of bedsprings she'd come to dread
She wonders why she had ever been born
A little girl's life so tattered and torn
Sleep rarely comes before she's exhausted by morn
Hoping the man's footsteps don't come to her door
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