Innocence Lost

By Medievalla

Tue, 15 Nov 2011
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Young and so beautiful a complexion of peaches and cream,
White and pure on the outside hides dark secrets within.
Pink lace edges her cotton dress and ankle socks grace her feet.
The pressure he placed upon her
Insisting she is totally discreet.

As the darkness of night-time approaches flowing tears sting her cheek.
Her head rests upon the pillow, silent tears she will always weep!
He enters quietly through her bedroom door placing his hand across her mouth.
She is forced to participate in his childhood game,
Her body tense and rigid with disgust and shame!

Smiling he walks away from her, recoiling herself with pain.
Her innocence of childhood stolen once again!
Sunlight filters through the window...
Toys lay scattered upon the floor.
Opening her swollen eyes, they focus upon the door.

Crawling from her bed, dressing once again, entering the bathroom she gently locks the door.
A mother's love cannot protect her as she kneels down onto the floor.
Summer is almost over, the sharp blade cuts into her skin.
At last a new found freedom
A new life is about to begin!

The rich red petals fall from this rose.
Cruel weeds had choked her and never let her grow.
The sadness held within her stem, the world will never know!
No one to confide in she must end her shame.
There has to be a loser in every childhood game!

Certificate 18
Other Fiction

Comments

Submitted by Matthew_J_Barton on
Wow, this is brilliant, I wish there was some sort of rating system because I would give this a nine! Perfect use of vocabulary and a semantic field of pain. One little criticism though, I don't feel it. For some reason it didn't fill me with sadness or dread like poems of this type tend to. I think it was maybe the pace? Good work though!

I try my best to write gripping, interesting stories about real people in difficult circumstances. I also enjoy reinventing classics in a much darker, more horrificly gothic style.

Submitted by Medievalla on
Thank you so much for your comments. Possibly the reason my poem did not fill you with sadness or dread is because I did not write it with that reason in mind. I was trying to create the story of untold events and that the only audience who would share this secret would be you the readers. I wished to express in poetry a taboo subject that although I listed under 'other fiction' it does actually happen in reality. My purpose was not to glorify the shock factor of this subject but to take the reader on a journey with the child so that you could get a brief insight of what is hidden and confined to night time within the text. My aim simply was to promote the readers thought process and engage in this subject that many can not imagine or willingly discuss. Many thanks Matthew.

Submitted by ScoZen on
I do hope all this is fiction. Unlike MJB it did "...fill me with sadness..."
ScoZen

Submitted by Medievalla on
Thank you for your comment. Indeed it is based on fiction but the reality of this subject does exist out there. My poem has filled you with sadness and indeed for others who read it they may feel different emotions. I thought this subject was worth the effort to write about. I hope for those who do read it and although it is a taboo in our society it should be acknowledged. I hope through my simple poem it has one positive aspect and that is to create awareness for those who suffer in silence! Many thanks ScoZen