Through My Shattered Eyes Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

I hear the deathly silence.
I can just but taste the tears.
The echos of blame and guilt.
Will huant my years.

As it feels my soul.
I know the shame.
I no the fear and pain.

I hear my clothes tear as he rips.
I see them fall to the floor.
I feel his hot yucky breath.
As he pins me down.
I feel the stabing pain as he rapes me.

I feel his vile touch.
Upon my pure naked skin.
As I try to push him off.
But still he enters in.

So now I see the world through different eyes.
As he lays there on top of me.
a big and huge part of me dies.
And I feel his touch upon me again
Though I ask him to stop.
And beg like a dog.
he takes me again.

He leaves me there a sobbing mess.
In tatters not knowing what to do.
Go home he shouts I've had my fun.
Run as fast as I can.
But for how long?

I taste the tears as he rapes me again.
My innocence he had slain.

The tears I cry are of the shame.
As I realise things will never be the same.