She came home crying
Tears blinding the path ahead.
Screams echoed behind.
Twigs snapping beneath,
She tripped on the pavement stone
Awaiting the fall.
She was reminded
Of the events that happened
Prior to demise.
He touched her; held her
Too close, hurt her, made her cry
Just for his own fun.
Touched her in places
With no consent of her mind
And she is the one,
Who took all the blame
For his disgusting actions.
"It is all your fault."
Onward she noticed,
Where her destination layed,
Her one fake haven.
She unlocked the door,
Waiting for the demon to come;
Get her, break her hopes.
He stood in shadows;
Ready to unleash its wrath
On its weak victim.
She begged for mercy,
To not get hurt once again,
But he ignored her.
His dark eyes met hers,
His filled with anger for her,
Weakness angered him.
It wasn't my fault
She cried, but that fired him up more.
And he raised his arm.
He hurt me, not I
She pleaded and implored; but
More force was added,
When his hand struck her,
Again and again, non stop,
She lost his mercy.
Stop she said please stop.
You're hurting me, was said; while
Marks were appearing.
Like paint on white silk,
Visible to all and all,
For them to see what
Happened to her face.
He's the one that hurt me; not
I she cried again.
I don't care he said.
This is your fault, all of it.
He threw her downward.
No strength was left for
Her to plead her case again.
She stood up once more.
Quietly moved on,
From the place she got attacked
And tried to forget.
It is all my fault
She cried to herself at night.
While touching her face.
Feeling the anger
That was latched on to her life,
Her whole existence.
I thought he hurt me
Took advantage of my weak
Mind, body, and soul.
He took one thing I
I will never get back again.
My own dignity.
Self-respect lacking,
Body aching, head hurting.
She thought to herself.
It is all my fault
That he did this to me; they
All did this to me
Because of my errs
I am in agony now
And I deal with it.
Tears fell on that night.
The people she felt safe with
Betrayed her the most.
Father she said; soft
Crooning voice kept her from fall.
I thought you loved me.
But you betrayed me.
Blamed me for things that happened;
Things that were done to
Your own daughter; she
Was taken advantage of
And you still blamed her.
You will have a child no longer, because her own life she will take.
YOU ARE READING
Quiet No Longer
Poetry"My thoughts haunted me, humored by my pain, laughing at my agony."
