A Young Daughters
Innocence Now Gone
In the sad, sad,
space, wherein her pure innocence once dwelled,
Skulks the
unwelcome shame, an abject discontent, unparalleled.
By day, having to
face the world, with the awful scars that she hides,
Living in the
sallow state, of unease and fear, where misery resides.
Each night, her
mind restlessly set, to replay the fears that she faced,
When her
childhood dreams, were so crudely shattered, and debased.
Now haunted with
horror, playing over, a constant prompt of the pain,
Unable to
comprehend, what had happened, nor find peace ever again.
Reliving the
wrath each night, her soul sullied over, and ripped apart,
Powerless to
stop, the unsavoury demons, now wrenching at her heart.
Terrified of the
brutal beasts, who cruelly cast her purity, into disarray,
Apprehensive,
that they might return again, to forcefully spirit her away.
Back into that
dark cellar, where acrid smells of torture, are still thick,
Where brutal
acts, were performed, and the foul stench made her sick.
Dreaded Orcs,
leaving her there to die, battered, bloodied, and bruised,
Shivering in
shock, sobbing in distress, lying bound, and badly abused.
Fear has no
friends, as it plays upon her mind, with worry and torment,
Trapping her,
overwhelming, and choking her, with uncontrollable lament,
Now she lives
each day, in broken hearted pain, reticent and withdrawn,
Until foul
memories, are triggered again, summoning yet another storm.
Painful emotions,
so tightly bound, bottled up inside, waiting to escape,
Bringing back the
demons, the groping hands, the agony of her rape.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET
(Oct 2022)
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