This poem scared me when I first wrote it because of it's nature.
This has never happened to me, but at the time I wrote it, I was
afraid that is was going to happen to a very good friend of mine.
I still worry about her and her sanity sometimes.
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They realized,
compromised,
and modified
her reason for being.
And everthin'
that had been happenin'
was drug off into the evenin'
She had smiled
and became wild
like a little happy child.
But nothin' could cover up the pain that she felt,
or the sin that had been dealt.
The blood had started to flow,
and once released had somewhere else to go.
Traveling down her naked soul,
like the hands that had forced their goal.
She laid on sand,
tremblin' with the reprimand
of the days actions and satisfactions.
When the quivering ache tore across her back
her heart lacked
that which she in fact
did desire.
Her interactions
resignations
and presentations
deceived even herself
into believin'
that's was she was really wantin'
Who came runnin' for her futile cry
When she couldn't even see the nighttime sky?
Who came to save
that which she wanted untouched
unmutilated
and unpenetrated?
A few had passed and just relaxed
and kept on goin' their way.
Who will come to save you,
When your screams fall upon deaf ears?
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