I didn’t choose this.
I didn’t decide this.
I fought it for years,
hoping that ignoring it would make it go away.
It doesn’t.
It just lurks, waiting, until another day.
I didn’t choose this.
It was forced on me against my wishes.
It waited till night fell, and
savagely raped my dreams;
penetrating not just my thoughts and feelings,
but the very heart of me.
A million tears were shed,
with hopes of rescue all but dead,
this isn’t fair, I didn’t choose this.
Why can’t you understand
I
didn’t
choose
this.
Very well said Dan. Correct me if I get it wrong, but I think you are saying true victims of violence are shattered and left wondering how could this event, such as rape, happen to me. It casts a shroud over the victim's entire life that is hard to shake off.
wow.....wonderful poem...kept me wanderin and left me wandering.....i wonder what u didn't choose...? **KoNi**
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this one Danny.... But for some reason its akward... idk y but i mean its great gotta talk to you bout this one.. Its heart felt and well.... REAL so great