Sad Sara

Sara was a little girl who was very sad

In this world she had one friend, but not a mom or dad.

She lived at St. Bartholomew's, an orphanage and school.

And hated father McCabe because he was so cruel.

 

Often times he'd beat us kids but wouldn't tell us why.

He didn't care how much we'd beg, or how much we'd cry

Then one day he said to her, "Sara come with me"

She got up and followed him into the rectory.

 

He said to her, "Little girl, I heard that you've been bad."

Sara said that she'd been good, but this just made him mad.

Everybody heard her screams, but no one said a word.

They went about their business as if nothing had occurred.

 

I lay down with my hands covering up my ears,

And thought of her, a face so sad, and her many tears.

Silence came, I can't describe how terrible the sound.

For I knew that Death was here, and Sara's who he'd found

 

At dinner time no one asked when Sara didn't show,

I couldn't eat, just sat in wait, until they let us go.

That night I fell into a sleep, haunted by her screams,

Then awoke to Sara's voice no longer in my dreams.

 

Her finger pressed, to her lips, signaling to be quiet.

She said we had to sneak outside, but must be very silent.

Through the hall and down the steps we didn't make a sound.

I was scared that we'd get beat, but no one came around.

 

I followed her behind the church and through the old graveyard.

All the questions in my mind made being quiet hard.

I felt so elated that Sad Sara wasn't dead,

But what I saw, turned my joy quickly into dread

 

Covered up with some leaves - the body of my friend.

Such a sad, little girl deserved a better end.

"I'm so cold" she then shrieked, with an eerie scream.

Countless times I've had this sound wake me from this dream.

 

"Please go to father McCabe and tell him that I lied."

Saying this, she took my hand and led me back inside.

"He had asked if I forgave him right before Death came"

"I said yes, but must confess, I no longer feel the same."

 

"I'll stay here until this man's been punished for his crime,"

"And also say, that I can wait, for all I have is time."

In my mind I was screaming; "There's no freaking way."

But then considered Sara, and eventually said "Okay"

 

At his door I may have knocked, but still don't think I did.

But right before he answered it, Sara went and hid

His face was red and flustered and he grabbed me by my wrist

And violently he pulled me in, and then I screamed out this:

 

"Sara said she lied to you!" His face turned almost gray.

He slapped me hard before he asked, "What did you just say?"

Sara floated like a ghost before she entered me,

The awful scream that came from me was Sara's rage now free

 

He was flung against the wall, thrown by her unseen force.

Nothing could have stopped her rage; it had to run its course.

The next thing I remember, is waking up in my own bed,

That's when I heard somebody scream, "Oh my God, he's dead!"

 

The last time I saw Sara was the day I got a home,

I believe that she's moved on; her spirit's free to roam.

So this is my account of Sad Sara and her friend,

A girl so sad, who I believe, deserved a better end.