Innocent eyes and sweet laughter – now vacant and empty
Staring into a dark void
Hot tears on my pillow
Scared to fight
Too young to understand
Cold hands everywhere – holding, touching, hurting
Rape and perversion
Blood – sweat – on my clothes
Hatred – confusion – disgust
Night after night, week after week, year after year
No longer a child – only an object
Silence – no dreams – no sleep
So many missing years
So many forgotten memories
All virtue – goodness – happiness gone
Childhood stolen – innocence murdered
Only pain and sadness remained
The child is gone – the child is dead
Nothing else remains.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem