The Enigma Of They Poem by olivia helmes

in a box Amiee slept eating crumbs of bread
crying because she knew that they had left her fmaily for dead
when let out Amie would play and run
but the act they had did could never be undone
alone she sits staring at the world around
being ever so gentle; trying not to make a sound
where innocence had one filled her eyes there now stood pain
just because they thought they would play a little game
with her
back in the box Amiee is put
waiting for somthing bitter
somthing old
awaiting for sweet dreams that would rekindle her memory of what from her they had stole