Rape Of An Innocence Poem by Lovita Morang

Peacefully asleep
tired of the journey,

long way did she walk...

A loving hand extending,
to touch over the dead spirit.

An unknown intention...
Honestly she woke up to respond,
for a moment, face hidden;
merely a faith in between.

was everything a part of game?

An act without shame!
A relation without name.
standing apart, seeking in herself
-the lost self-

hears the applaud of the bell’s - the evil,
The evils in her, laughing over
The triumph of joy.

Preening before the mirror
saw herself fading by...

A scratch unto the face of heart,
bloods of impurities bleed,
put the sacred shroud on to herself
like the virgin Bride

with a soul of a widow...