Lorena Walker

Daddy, Is This Love?

hes dying to come inside
and take every part of me
my heart, my body, my mind
but ive locked the door
hidden deep under blankets of security
and he keeps knocking
telling me to let him in
for what, a kiss goodnight?
in places a dad should never go
inside, he's inside, inside my room
inside of me, down go the covers
off comes his belt, and
hes tearing me all over again
he's inside of me, and i am dying
i'd cry but he saids there is no reason for tears
no one knows why i am afraid of the dark
and the sound of the door as it creaks open
and i've learned just to lay there
staring at the ceiling as my stomach turns with sickness
daddy, is this what love is?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 26, 2006

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  • Untitiled and unnamed (6/24/2007 7:45:00 PM)

    Wow, another great write, a catching title, think i knew what it was gonna be about, flows well, a horrible topic to write about, but i have wrote this subject to! ! Keep writing,



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  • Raveendran . (5/22/2007 12:49:00 PM)

    This beautiful 'free' verse makes me sad.The experience you tell is brutal, there is something deeply wrong which needs to be addressed.

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  • Melvina GermainMelvina Germain (5/15/2007 1:06:00 AM)

    I'm crying right along with you Lorena, I believe we have met a day or so ago, I remember now, the pain is coming back. I truly wish you could have been saved and not had to go through such a horrific experience again and again. You must seek help to rid yourself of this pain. Excellent write, shows a great deal of courage.---Melvina---

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