Sense Sonnet - Acher

My Missing Child

She was my little girl of ten,
Going to school, waving at me.
A car pulls up beside her, then
She's jerked inside the car. I see
The car speeds off, and she is gone.
I call the police right away.
The investigation goes on.
And time just passes from that day -
One more statistic, one more crime
That goes unsolved, as time goes by.
I think about her all that time,
And can only ask myself - why?

Now my little girl reappears,
Held a sex slave for 18 years.