Stolen Innocense

Cartoons and toys

The childhood joys

Enjoyed by all

Who's built their walls  

Parental control

In the form of a remote control

But the T.V screens

Can't hear as the child screams  

It was late at night

They already turned out the lights

He waited for awhile

And came over with a smile

Gave a kiss on the cheek

Already feeling weak

Placed a hand on a thigh

And whispered do not cry

Heart beat in the head and hands are swollen

On this night a childhood was stolen

Two little kids playing side by side

A family connection with nothing to hide

A child ignorant in what's right from wrong  

A child with a will that's not that strong  

Kids acting out a movie scene

Their curiosity growing obscene

If it was you, you'd ask how this could happen to me  

But what can you do what can you say when it's your own family  

Push it aside keep it inside until the emotions died

Wide eyed never cried this happens every day world wide

Mother where were you

Father didn't know you  

It's been twenty some odd years  

And I've been running from these fears  

I'm finally getting this off my chest  

I can finally put these emotions to rest

This was a childhood; it happened to me

Not a secure secret but a faint memory

My heart beat was in my head and my hands were swollen

 It was on that night that my childhood was stolen

Reviews

[emmajoy]

This is more than tragic. You've somehow written the evil of such experiences in words that defy understanding and yet are horribly, unforgivably true. Know that. Too many people feel as you, and go through lives feeling defiled and more, through no fault of their own. The scars must be awful.. more than awful. Your last two lines are..so painful to read but must be a billion times to feel .. by you.