It was one fine day,
when one would like to lay,
on the bed of feathers,
to see through the month of May.
I was there too,
galloping through,
not tired or sleepy,
spending my days of virtue.
In the place of love,
was this done,
leaving me forever,
under the cloud of none.
Under the darkness did his hands slip,
gliding over my lips,
I was wide awake,
too anxious to flip.
Slowly did his hands descend,
I was too scared to comprehend,
still I lay on the bed,
till the very end.
Morning arrived,
but I was not revived,
trembled my hands,
but he was not sufficed.
Days after days,
did still I stay,
no one knew,
because I couldn't relay.
I was scared and hurt,
every moment seemed curt,
my mind couldn't grasp,
the weight of that act.
I stayed away,
feeling so astray,
but he was the same,
as any other day.
His smile seemed more sinister,
and his hands a monster,
but I was just a kid,
to know any better.
My heart was aching,
and my body shaking,
remembering the moments before,
when I wasn't flinching.
I cried and wailed when I wasn't in sight,
a skill I perfected through the nights,
seemed so funny,
that I lost my might.
The sleepless nights,
was which held so tight,
made me falter,
losing my light.
Fifteen days of hell,
did serve well,
finally did I talk,
on my knees I fell.
‘Ma, please help me’,
she lost her glee,
I watched her try to speak,
stayed quiet she.
Kept me close to her,
he didn't come near,
after a long time did I sleep,
without a hand near.
But the quietness lasted since,
with a few words from her that pinched,
I have never been the same again,
an act which I can never rinse.
And while everyone dreams,
the darkness screams,
I sit still,
reliving his scheme.
Countless nights of horror,
I always conjure,
the darkness became my enemy,
which I can't explore.
The anger, the despair,
the pain, the nightmare,
the sadness, the numbness,
was so unfair.
Now I just hold it in,
like a secret so deep within,
never will I be the same,
cause once I trusted but never again.
