Young I was by then
On that silent dreadful night
Cornered I was in a dark cold spot
Shaking with fearful thoughts in my head
Warm rated tears sliding down my chubby cheeks
But my blood raced with a cold shiver
His hands burning a scar on my right arm
As he pulled me back to his deathbed
Screaming was another failed plan
As my chances of trying to escape and run away
The world seemed to not pay attention
To helpless little ol me in the lion's den
It felt like it was on with this conspiracy
All I have now is this poisonous emotion
Revenge flushing in my tender nerves
A solution of both rage and despair
Tempting to bolt out
Stale yet acrid like the kerosene
That fueled not only the lamp
That lit your shrine that night
But the detailed burning memory
Of how you selfishly robbed away
My source of joy and wonder.
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~P.S. Let's join hands to stop the malpractice of child defilement