Lost

A Poem by John

Months ago began...
What was never here began...
Creeping in orgasmic feelings began...
Searching for a suitable home she rushed along.

Under the sheets of innocence she lay
This body could not take this new intruder!
She is in pain, but she loves where it is going.
To a new beginning, a happier future...

What happens later is that of a slaughter,
The helpless cries of this sacred daughter,
Twist and moan until they falter,
Leaving her empty and slightly altered.

Weeping days and horrid nights
Tell a tale best forgotten.
Where is she now he does wonder.
She should have been here by now,
But she has flown away from here,
As though she had never existed.