Rape

by Joni-Beth   Nov 21, 2004


Sounds of screaming
In a dark room
All alone with a sick man
He forced him self up in her
Her blood all over his hands

She cries tears of anger
He is a danger to her life
He has the power to do what he pleases, for he is the one with the knife

She bagged him to stop
He smiled the smile of lust
So she laid there feeling hopeless
Tortured with disgust

Her heart so broken and frail
The air is taste so stale
She pretended it was just a dream
Her insides hurt, they bleed

How well she live with this memory
The pain is too much to take
This man committed a sexual sin
It’s a crime called rape

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  • 19 years ago

    by shes ♥suicidal

    omg...is this a true story..did it happen to u? i luv this poem