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  • She cries alone

    drenched in tears
    of her own shame
    but not of her making

    he ascended from shadows
    and shadowed her
    shattering her dreams
    as easily
    as did her hymen

    she became his fixation
    a nightmare lived daily
    where time
    nor the hour
    matters anymore

    this monster that looks as human as we
    to the eyes
    of humanity

    the unthinkable atrocities he commits
    upon innocent flesh

    shackled and caged like a dog

    she cries alone

    a burden
    no child should have to bear

    she thinks of her mother and
    of her brother
    and sister
    and yes
    of her dog

    if only she could warn them of
    the monster
    that lives next door

    the monster
    that comes to borrow sugar
    or sip coffee
    with mum on the porch

    at times
    drinking a few beers
    with dad after work
    boasting of games played
    on the sports network

    all the while stealing glances
    at us children

    she cries alone

    who would believe her
    this man
    a pillar of the community
    a helping hand

    can't you see he's a sham
    a monster
    a pedophile
    a child rapist

    ask him
    as to my whereabouts
    see if he answers you
    with a straight face

    the rattling of the cage
    alerts her to his presence

    he comes yet again

    she cries
    screams and
    pleads for him to leave her alone
    but this only seems to give him pleasure
    mocking her
    he mounts her quickly
    his screams and cries
    of perversion
    the only sound left
    heard in the room

    a single solitary tear
    falls from her eye

    please God just let me die
    she begs
    her lamentfalling
    upon deaf ears

    it is God
    who is dead or
    God has no ears to hear

    the monster has left the room
    but his stench lingers
    like the smell of death

    is it possible
    to smell ones own death
    she muses

    for surely
    she dies a little
    each day

    the death of
    the death of
    the death of
    the death of her

    if only
    she was strong enough
    to fight back
    she would scratch out his eyes and
    rip out his tongue
    that filthy slimy thing
    she would feed
    to sam
    he would eat anything
    the thought
    giving her slight amusement

    the rattling of the cage
    startles her

    he's back yet again

    she begins to cry...

    Many of our children come up missing...but we have no ideal. May God have mercy on us.

  • #2
    really good!


    • Odonko-ba
      Odonko-ba commented
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      Thank you my friend

  • #3
    A nice poem about a horrible way of life for some children.


    • Odonko-ba
      Odonko-ba commented
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      Yes it is sad but true

  • #4
    you painted some dark images of a dark side of life. Very sad - children are the future and shouldn't have to experience this sort of thing (neither should adults).


    • #5
      There are many beasts in this world of ours, but you've portrayed the vilest of them all. Those that prey on our children are the most loathsome, and reprehensible of all.... a deep and meaningful write that needs to be addressed..


      • #6
        Thank you poets


        • #7
          Your poem refuses to allow us to close our eyes to reality and pretend everything is ok. It hits us right between the eyes or in the heart. Your poetry motivates to action. These horrific actions are only too real.


          • Odonko-ba
            Odonko-ba commented
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            I wrote this after seeing on the news, the girls held captive all those years in a deviants home, without the neighbors suspecting anything. Chilling, to not have a clue, as children play nearby.
            Last edited by Odonko-ba; 04-25-2016, 01:24 PM.