Statistics show that over 800,000 children go missing each year. That's roughly 2,000 children a day. This is the heart-wrenching story of one such child. May God have mercy on us all.
She cries alone
Drenched in tears
of her own shame
but not of her makingHe ascended from shadows
and shadowed her
shattering her dreams
as easily
as did her hymenShe became his fixation
a nightmare lived daily
where time
nor the hour
matters anymoreThis monster that looks as human as we
invisible
to the eyes
of humanityThe unthinkable atrocities he commits
upon innocent flesh
he possessesShackled and caged like a dog
she cries alone
a burden
no child should have to bearShe thinks of her mother and
father
of her brother
and sister
and yes
of her dog
SamIf only she could warn them of
the monster
that lives next door
the monster
that comes to borrow sugar
or sip coffee
with mom on the porch
at times
drinking a few beers
with dad after work
boasting of games played
on the sports networkAll the while stealing glances
at the childrenShe cries alone
who would believe her
this man a pillar of the community
alwaysA helping hand
can't you see he's a sham
a monster
a pedophile
a child rapistAsk him
As to my whereabouts
see if he answers you
with a straight faceThe rattling of the cage
alerts her to his presence
he comes yet again
she cries
screams and
pleads for him to leave her alone
but this only seems to give him pleasureMocking her
he mounts her quickly
his screams and cries
of perversion
the only sound left
heard in the roomA single solitary tear
falls from her eye
please God just let me die
she begs
her lament falling
upon deaf earsMaybe
it is God
who is dead or
maybe
God has no ears to hearThe monster has left the room
but his stench lingers
pervasivelyLike the smell of death
Is it possible
to smell one's own death?
she musesFor surely she dies a little
each day
the death of
abandonment
the death of
loneliness
the death of
regret
the death of her
soulIf only she was strong enough
to fight back
she would scratch out his eyes and rip out his tongue
that filthy slimy thing
she would feed to SamHe would eat anything
the thought
giving her slight amusementThe rattling of the cage startles her
he's back yet againShe begins to cry...
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Fallen Stars
PoetryA collection of poetry, prose, brevity, musings, writings and chaotic scribbling from dachaoticmind.