Abeke the lost

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Abeke the one,
Young, beautiful and voluptuous
Innocent, quiet and reserved
They called her, the one.

Abeke the quiet,
Never loud enough they'd say
She'd write her woes and sigh away her worries.

Abeke the lost,
The day he took her
Young, confused man stuffed her mouth with sand while taking her ruefully
She had cried with all her might
But all they had said was
Oh! You weren't loud enough
She became Abeke the deserted.

Abeke the deserted
Stone cold she had become
So frightened was she in the aftermath of her taking,
She forgot that food was for eating and night was for sleeping.

Abeke the lunatic
Too lost in thoughts to be found
Silent for too long to not scream
Roaming the streets, she now asks
Am I loud enough now?

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