She was depressed and lonely. Overwhelmed with bitterness. Crying her eyeballs out. My virginity is gone. Am a victim of rape. Yet this rapist is at large. Kneeling before the Cross. In the middle of the night. Have come to confess a sin. That am about to commit. Help me Oh Lord. For my mind is made up. Cant be a mother now. You really dont understand. Am built with moral values. From a good christain home. Cant born out of wedlock. Nor bring reproach to my family. Consience is an open wound. Only the truth can heal it. Sometimes acting foolish, Dont really mean youre fool. What do you really mean? Sometimes acting foolish, Dont really mean youre a fool. By the way - whore you? As i stare into the darkness. Seeking to find the unknown. I began to hear echos. The echos of my name. Only for me to realize. It was all a dream. LIKE/SHARE the poem
Posted on: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 10:18:40 +0000