A Gift To Me Poem by Kelly Radomski

A filth that's wreaking havoc, no ablution can make clean.
Voices that stir echoes, a reason, left unseen.

Corruption of pureness, sickening of a mind
Like a needle needs a vein, or the man that needs his kind.

A knife inserted slowly, full penetration through my heart.
Just yesterday, beat strongly, before it came apart.

I look back at the child that played without a care.
The deep scars that you carved, only I can now repair.

The privilege of my youth, torn away from me.
Possessed, maybe demonic, why neither did I see?

You hadn't been the evil, i envisioned, late at night.
Caught off guard, a frozen fear, I didn't even fight.

You got just what you came for, satisfied, Oh No.
I'm down here for the count, your blow was awfully low. 

With every inch moved forward, almost over hill. 
My calm thoughts start to empty, distortion starts to fill.

A deceitful web was woven, the mastermind was you.
Caved in to your sickened thoughts, probably nothing new.

But, kindness is NOT weakness, this child was not lost.
Choice of prey was your mistake, sold you out, forsaking all cost.

I wonder if regret, picks apart your inner soul,
Or only sorry you were caught and thrown into the hole.

My privileged youth you stole, your VICTIM, one time true.
Gave myself the gift of Forgiveness, now VICTORIOUS, no slave to you.