Heavy Steps Poem by Kewayne Wadley

Then it started,
The despicable acts.
The heinous crimes that went untold.
Despicable.
Vile.
She sought sleep, for it to never come.
The images, the touches that played over and over in her head.
The world itself became hell in her eyes.
She sought heaven.
If only it weren't so far away.
The angels themselves intervened.
But under blind eyes the acts continued.
She kicked.
She cried.
She screamed.
The sirens came and passed,   never coming to the right house.
She wished he was dead.
That he Choked in his sleep.
Small puddles capsizing, forming a stream down the tunnel of his throat.
To free her from his grasp.
Drunk, diseased.
Lower than low.
How dare you commit such acts.
With no one around to tell.
With no one around to care.
They continued.
The Horrific scenes played over and over in her head.
She wished they would stop.
She wished he'd stop