A horrible crime
Rape.....loss of innocence
Rape.....didn't have a choice
Rape.....Nobody heard my voice
Rape.....memory of the past
Rape.....hope it crosses my mind
erases out of my memory
so i don't have to remember the past
i wish she didn't tell me to go
so I would still have it
my innocence i mean
I used to be so clean
now i'm violated, unclean and dirty
and the guilt is killing me
even though its not my fault
i feel as though it is
when she told me to go i could have refused and ran
I could have dropped the stuff at the door
and ran.....but no.....i chose to go in
and he accomplished his mission
what he set out to do
i was only 5 years old.....he was 18
i hated every minute of it
I closed my eyes and imagined I was invisible
but he took all the invisibility
inside of me and i still remember the day
the scene keeps playing in my head like a movie
Rape.....didn't have a choice
Rape.....nobody heard my voice.
This poem was very well written. I felt like I was with you every second of it. I know how you feel, ecspecially with the age difference, but despite my personal feelings you wrote it so that I still would have felt it. That's hard to do, so I applaud you.
This poem that you wrote, took me away from all my thoughts. I pray for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Guilt for something that we could have avoided, should have avoided lives within our secret self. Not our fault and yet if only I’d seen the danger. Read mine – Death Of Innocence – Adeline