Evil has gone but not without
it's distinctive fingerprint,
smudged across the recesses of my mind.
Only the faces changed,
but never the evil that lurked behind them.
As something then unnameable was constantly robbed
of me.
Countless times, under the eye of authority,
that never looked far enough.
Rage remains locked in a cage,
buried through the passage of time.
A key, just out of reach, stands
awaiting it's cue.
As wonder awaits through the
aboriginal night
and all it's contents,
my inner child feels a chill.
Now knowing that the gift lost was the
simplicity of innocence.
Only the faces changed,
but never the evil that lurked behind
them.
Author notes
This is about multiple events of sexual abuse.
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Comments
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"Only the faces changed,
but never the evil that lurked behind
them."
wow....this, my friend, is a great poem....
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Wow!
You have penned a very powerful write that unfortunately many can relate to, myself included. That rage you speak of as locked away needs to be released with someone safe. It is the only way through the horrible pain and into healing. And it is true that innocence should be a given in chilhood,and it is so devastating to think of all the children who never knew what that feels like. Great poem that speaks volumes! Blessings, Patty
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