A prayer

August 13, 2009
By Anonymous

Is this pain just a dream?
why does it feel so real?
Or is it just reality,
trying to make an appeal

Why is it i sit here waiting
in fear, in love, and praying
that maybe he'll still be here
as i stay here in this spot laying

If only he knew that pain,
that he has inflicted upon me
the misery, the grief, the repolsive thought
Then maybe i can feel free

But now that he has gone away
all i can do is pray

The author's comments:
I wrote this poem becuase i wanted to ecpress how i felt about being molested

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