Stolen Innocence Poem by charlotte marie peachey

Stolen Innocence



The worst part are his eyes
They seem to have no soul
As they probe over my flesh
I wish that I was dead
What right does he have
To steal my innocence away
I'm now forever tainted
By the stroke of his hand

I can't feel close to anyone
I push them all aside
The terrible things he has done
Are to sick for me to say

He's an inhuman devil
Who's created a hell on earth
He treats me like a slave
To his every devient whim

He makes me feel so filthy
I can't scrub off his stench
The pain that I am feeling
Only ends when I am dead

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