Unmade, escaped
too soon, too late
left alone and weak
undefended living doll
and one by one by one
they come to play
shaking hands
wipe the filth away
Nothing has changed
lay the lie on the rest
only memory is gone
and in the dark
of an empty soul
reasons to remain
run out like sand

~ ~ ~

© W.R.R. 12/25/1999

About W.R.R.

Bipolar & survivor of incest/child sex abuse and adult male rape; bisexual, polyamorist, poet/writer/advocate & married father of four. View all posts by W.R.R.

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