Sleep they say,
But I can't- sleep means reliving that day,
Let's play a game he said,
How stupid was I to follow?
Who could've guessed a game was being forced onto the bed,
Roughly he exposed what was underneath,
My voice an ugly melody as I screamed,
My breast became his sick game,
Kick and screaming I never got free
my tears like a downfall of rain,
My voice must've disappeared when I called for help,
My chance came to run with one hard kick,
I'd have to be quick,
I ran but whats quick with shaky steps and blurry vision?
He grabbed me my the neck,
Help!
Nobody listens,
Sleep they say..
But I can't sleep, sleep means reliving that day.
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Long Nights And Deep Thoughts
Short StoryA book of poetry, some can relate, some will grasp the idea, others will see words as only words.
