Darkness shrouds my face,
in the middle of the night.
You speak my name,
and I shy away from the light.
~
You're not supposed to know I'm out,
cold, abandoned, and full of fear.
In the alley ways of the night,
and I ask just don't come near.
~
Night has fallen on my heart,
you'll never get me back.
Just treat me as you once did,
like a doll upon a rack.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Jill, this poem seems carved by pain..
and the title is exquisite