The Thief

April 26, 2009
God let him do it.
He didn’t stop him.
I guess I wasn’t worth saving.
I’m only a small child.

I strolled the street
Halloween mood filled night.
Me, Myself, and I
or so I thought.

A rustle in the bushes
made me snap my head
as if I were an eagle hunting my prey.
But I was the prey.

A beast jumped from the bushes
With the instinct of wild animal.
Not monster
but mortal man.

God let him do it.

He was on top of me.

Hand over my mouth.
Pinning me down
as if we were wrestlers.
I was no longer a human being
but a doll for him to play.

I shouted a cry.
Got no reply.

I no longer had control.
I was his puppet.
Laid with no escape.

God let him do it.

Up came the sun
he was done.
Walked away
as if it was an ordinary day.

Paralyzed I stayed.
Couldn’t wipe my eyes
of the tears I cried.
Only could ask God why?

God let him do it.

The tyrant took my innocence.
It was mine to give
but not to him.
He took it anyways.

The creature gets to run free
while I am haunted for eternity.
Forever filled with shame
only me to blame.

Disgrace and fear make me keep to silence,
cannot tell anyone of the violence.
Everyone clueless beyond belief.
I am not able to find any relief.

My parents don’t care.
They tell me to stay out of their way,
away I stay.
All I can do is pray
I will be able to tell them some day.

God let him do it.

It didn’t stop with him.
Again and again it happened.
Every torturer did his worst
bringing me hurt
killing me slowly in their work.

God let them do it.

I now live in my own jail
not trusting any male
because God let them do it.

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Wordscantsay said...
Nov. 6, 2011 at 1:57 pm
It's a great poem...... a true tale
kiwi12 said...
Aug. 20, 2009 at 12:59 am
this is so terrible and sad! Good writing, but so terribly sad! a confused, abused, assaulted poor child.
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