© Michelle F.
Published: June 2014
He comes into my bedroom in the middle of the night
I close my eyes while my heart beats in fright
I feel his hand come tightly over my mouth
I want to scream but I cannot shout
He yanks off my clothes as if they're paper
And when he begins I think to myself it's time to meet your maker
It seems like eternity even though it was a mere hour
I race to the bathroom and try to wash away the pain in the shower
The next morning he packs up his bag to catch his train
But before he leaves he comes back into my bedroom and does it again
I sit there feeling alone and ashamed
Knowing there's no one else to blame
I know he will be back in a week
And to him he must feel like he is on a winning streak
My mom doesn't notice what he has done she doesn't even fret
And when she asks if it's okay if she marries him I beg her, Not Yet.
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Sad Poems
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