Robert Mestre

The Rape - Poem by Robert Mestre

Stolen and replaced
with callous hands
and drunken breath.

Mongrel drool,
sour putrid sweat,
maniacal panting
with horrid threats.

I can't fight anymore,
hand over mouth,

Bone shattering screams
within my head.
What did I do......STOP!
What can I......PLEASE STOP!

Torrential tears fall
on muffled cries.
Dear Lord please make this...
All motion stops,

More than just his weight
taken away.
A tiny broken soul
just eight years old.

All because
I was playing
And he saw me!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 27, 2003

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