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Wednesday, February 23, 2005
The Creeper
Silently, creeping into my room at night,
heard him coming, lay frozen in fright.
Soon his touch would make me sad,
it should never come, from one who is dad.
Innocence stolen in darkness of night,
too young to know, I could fight.
Time went by, a soul was twisted,
too young to know, could have resisted.
Growing older, started running away,
learned it was wrong, just couldn't stay.
For thirteen years abuse I took,
childhood stolen, worse than a crook.
Memories locked deep in my mind,
flooded out, it was a matter of time.
I understand, life's been a mess,
my lifestyle, has caused such distress.
A hate inside I'm learning to feel,
through therapy, I'm starting to heal.
I know what is right and is wrong,
scars on my soul, still sing their song.
sadness sings of what was taken from me,
and wondering, why, no one would see.
No child should live what I've had to face,
what is taken from us, can not be replaced.
posted by broomhilda at|1:22 PM|
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