By: Kelly R., Palm City, Florida
A filth that wreaks a havoc, no ablution can make clean
Voices that stir echoes, a reason, left unseen
Corruption of pureness, sickening of a mind
Like a needle needs a vein, or the man that needs his kind
A knife inserted slowly, it penetrates my heart
Just yesterday, beat strongly, before it came apart
I look back at the child, who played without a care
The deep scars that you carved, only I can now repair
The privilege of my youth, torn away from me
Possessed, maybe demonic, why neither did I see?
You hadn’t been the evil, I envisioned, late at night
Caught off guard, a frozen fear, I did not even fight
You got just what you came for, are you satisfied, oh no
I’m down here for the count, your blow was awfully low
With every inch moved forward, almost over hill
My calm thoughts start to empty, distortion starts to fill
A deceitful web was woven, the mastermind was you
Caved in to your sickened thoughts, probably nothing new
But kindness is NOT weakness, this child was not lost
Choice of prey, your mistake, sold out, forsaking cost
I wonder if regret, tears apart your inner soul
Or only sorry you were caught and thrown into the hole.
My privileged youth you stole, your VICTIM, one time true.
Gave myself the gift of Forgiveness, now VICTORIOUS, no slave to you.