JimK's Journal

Loss of Innocence

Copyright ©2008  by JimK

Unknown people,

Walking around.

Voices telling me,

"Don't make a sound."

They touched an arm,

And then stroked my leg.

"Please don't hurt me,"

I started to beg.

Put into bed,

And tied with ropes.

Probing rough hands,

Dashed all of my hopes.

Streaks of tears,

Ran down my childish cheeks.

While waves of pain,

Came in very high peaks.

My tormentors continued,

Brother to brother.                                     

Forever it seemed,

One after another.

Finally they finished,

And left me alone.

Scarred and bruised,

To cry and to moan.

My life was ruined,

Of that I was sure.

No longer innocent,

Forever impure.

Those days are still with me,

As I remember my past.

Memories of perversions,

Always they will last.

I think of them now,

As I draw in a breath.

They will always be with me,

Until I finally meet death.