raped again
it never ends
molested again
too many friends
it hits within
the pain wont mend
i can’t defend
it happens again
why’s this happening
it isn’t stopping
all of them screaming
i can do nothing
i hear when i’m dreaming
all of the screaming
it keeps increasing
never ceasing
causing more tears
from childhood fears
the devil’s face appears
through eyes, oh so sincere
all it does is leer
at everything from the rear
while their future is unclear
his thoughts they will fear
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 