My Own Demise

K.K

I was only twelve years old when you took my soul, hands around my wrist grasping to hold,
I glare into your eyes and beg you to stop, pure evil stares back at me remaining on top.   
I try to scream yet my voice seems to be lost, so I try to escape this nightmare at any cost.
Failing to get away all I could do was stay there and lay.
As the pain courses through my body and my life flashes before my eyes, I question, how did I get here?   
How could I welcome my own demise?

  • Author: K.K (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2023 02:47
  • Comment from author about the poem: I forgive the man who I wrote this about. It took years and years to even speak of this let alone write about it and I hope it shows others who have been through the same pain that you are not alone!
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  • 2781

    Forgive us our trespassers...

    • K.K

      🖤



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