Lisa Pringle

Rookie (1965-07-21 / South Africa)

Plunderance Of Innocence - Poem by Lisa Pringle

You come to my bed when Mommy’s away.
You mess up my head – bad thoughts, they stay.
It’s dark in my room and I hear every sound,
How sinister the gloom when she’s not around.
I struggle for breath as I hear your feet,
“You are like death” pounds my hearts crazy beat.
So to sleep I pretend, perhaps you won’t linger,
“God, please let this end”, as I bite my small finger.
Your shadow casts black over my little-girl bed,
Don’t make my soul crack; please stay out of my head!
Teddy won’t guard me ‘cause you’ll move him away.
Oh see how you’ve scarred me, just please let him stay.
Coarse hand on my skin, fetid breath on my cheek.
I imagine your grin, it’s escape that I seek.
Then you have done what you came here to do
You’ve had your fun and you’ve left my heart blue.
Mommy come home please, I need your love,
Here I am on knees, your turtle dove.

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Comments about Plunderance Of Innocence by Lisa Pringle

  • Robert Green (3/28/2012 2:05:00 PM)


    Reading this hurts, well written on the subject. (Report) Reply

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  • (3/22/2012 7:34:00 AM)


    You capture with sensitivity the feelings of a child's betrayal by someone she might once have trusted. It's a painful story. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012



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