There is one time I remember a terrible pain.
It shocked me out of my numb state and made me scream out your name,
And you ran away as fast as you could,
As I fell to the floor with a thud.
I was only young, I did not know,
That your poisonous weapon could go,
Inside such a dirty place, a different hole.
Another tainted memory inside my soul.
You had gone behind me, I was bent over my bed.
I was gone away inside my head.
But you did it different, it was the wrong place,
And now every time I remember it, I fall in disgrace.
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It is great to know that you can write about the abuse you suffered over the years, and I hope it is all in the past now. Some can't, as too traumatized they are. Writing helps I beliving to heal in some ways, be it whatever there past may have been. Although it still doesn't make the pain and horror of it all go away, for I'd say it stays with you for ever or at least a good many years depending on the nature of the abuse. Your poem has powerful and painful emotions, and the imagery, even though not graphic, leaves one feeling sick inside. Writing about sexual abuse is one subject I have covered in a few or more poems. So I have some knowledge in that way as there has been abuse in my family years and years ago. Anyway you did well here, thanks for sharing and take care.
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