A deafening silence

The current press converage of a certain recently deceased tv personality led me to write this. I hope its a comfort.

Did it happen so

as I remember?

So long ago,

under that bridge

a deluge has flown.

 

The moment it began

so did the questions.

Did he really touch me?

there?

and do those things?

to me?

or was it a dream?

my imagination run wild,

but why would I even think

of something so foul?

 

"He's such a nice man,

he wouldn't do that.

would he?"

and so I held my tongue,

and never spoke.

 

And now,

no longer a child,

I reflect

on that moment;

imperfect fears

nagging worries

gnawing away

eating me from within,

the guilt

rightfully his

resting on my shoulders

then so frail

and weak,

the load

too much to bear

for one so young.

 

© Paul O' Neill 2012

 

Reviews

[P.S.Chance]

very good piece. it's sad how many people have been touched by this sexual deviance and the compassion you extend to all of them is moving.

[Pól]

thank you ps- and all without a typewriter!

[P.S.Chance]

that's funny!

[Circe]

ow... this one is devastating.. you handled it so delicately.... like the exact thought processes running through the mind.. when examining such a paralyzing incident.. and the first thing is shame, silence... these things we don't speak about, we hold it in our hearts.. I know this. it is a strange comfort, and very powerful, liberating to read, a crucial piece, thank you.