The demon that haunts me lives in my house,
He stalks the shadows as he moves about,
He sits and waits, he slithers like a snake,
He waits for my guard to drop, he waits for my mistake,
He feeds on my innocence like a parasite,
Bystanders watch, blind to the sight,
My screams of agony are heard as a mere whine,
As they turn their noses like pompous swine,
The malevolent deed is done, I wear a shroud of shame,
For I foolishly fell victim to the predators game,
I live in a cage, as the demon lives free,
For in him they see an angel, and the evil in me
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Nice flow. Leaves a lot to imagination on the scene and what it looks like lol. If that makes sense. Pretty cool!
I get what you mean. Thank you!
Good line to end on. A demon's goal is to put you in that cage. They want to show you what it feels like, I suppose.
Thank you!
sensitive
In what way?
the poem is sensitive. writing about what happened to you. I feel sad about it.
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A stark and powerful commentary on the brutal crime of child abuse, Moonflower! Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for kind words, and interpretation.
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