Treasure Island

Faraj Nyandiko


Betrayal


I left and never missed home,
Anger forced me to be all alone
In a desert brimful of pain.

I cried a lake full,
And even wished I would die,
This young and youthful
Or never had been born.

Every time I wondered why
He had to make me cry,
And never felt shy.

I wished she would be near,
To witness how her half
Betrays her innocent I.
Lovely sweet mama.

Submitted: Friday, July 05, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 18, 2014

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I read a story of of a girl from a local newspaper revealing how her father raped her on several occasions few years after her mother had passed away leaving her with haunting memories of how life could be unfair at times.

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