By: Afsana Rahman
The game that started out fun,
Turned drastically into fear,
The woods,
Best place to hide in the game,
But other intentions lingered in the air.
The dirty mud clawed under my nails,
The pain increased by the second.
Pain thriving up my body,
Screams so loud,
I thought anyone would hear.
Anyone would,
Should have heard my sorrow filled cries,
My throat-ripping screams
My light, devastating, whimpers
But nobody came.
He remained,
Tearing off clothes,
faster than the light shining down.
Through the light green willow tree
Tears streamed out of my eyes,
Begging,
Pleading for him to stop,
But the pain only grew,
Stronger, rougher, harder
Till his need was finished with me.
The pain entering,
Was like ripping swords,
Like getting cut by a blade, when it heals,
It still leaves a scar.
A scar that tells more than a brown mark
The pain torched on me was inhumane,
Hard to bear
Made by a soulless creature,
But there I still lay. Wilting. Crying. Whimpering.
Trying to forget the impossible.
Still begging for the help,
The help that never came.
YOU ARE READING
Locked Away
PoetryWhat does it mean to be Human? Playing Tug of War with Women. Screaming from the top of my lungs Is it the Darkness that haunts me? Unknown A quick game of hide and seek
