My Underworld

Human trafficking, the aftermath . . .

 

My Underworld

 

I want to show you my world,

The darkest place

That lives within me.

The pain that recants in my soul.

 

Would you beg to escape?

Could you handle the agony?

That has lain before me?

Would you set my soul free?

Seeing me trapped in my own enslavement?

 

The painful screams that recounts my tears.

Through my eyes,

They shed with blood.

And my heart lays heavy,

Waiting to claim its death.

 

Sounds of the shotgun,

Followed by a child’s cry

My head hurts can you make this stop!

It’s dark and weary,

I just hear the sound of water dripping

From a tunnel afar.

 

Even though I sit here with you,

Drinking my coffee and laughing away,

But what you don’t see,

I’m split in two.

 

Apart of me is reaching out,

Begging to escape the animal that beholds me.

The other part of me

Relives the nightmare

I’ve been longing to elude

 

When you ask me to share my story,

Just to feel closer to my pain

I can only describe in limited details

You can only imagine the horror,

 

Your perception of me,

Will always change,

In your eyes,

I’m either strong or debilitated

You pity for me

Your mercy I do not ask

Just your participation

Take a glimpse of the world I am forced to live.

 

The voices, the screams,

The visions of brutality

Recants in my mind,

Until my body becomes numb.

 

You turn around,

I stand there behind bars,

I am chained to these walls

That keeps my body underground

 

Even if you are invited,

You are welcome to come and go as you please

As I am left behind

In the underworld.

 

By: Chong N. Kim

5-21-06