Stolen Innocence

Those horrible cold eyes     Starring at me without mercy     I choked and froze on a blazing summer’s day His filthy, iron hands grabbed me roughly without care     Lowered and then nailed me to the surface with rage     Carelessly stripped me of everything    And broke loose the gates of hell    When he forcefully gained access to my sacred place    And started feeding his insatiable lust Enjoying every moment without quilt     Going up and down on top of me like a yo-yo    Groaning with pleasure while I was buried     Inside the reeling room of shame, mourning    Unashamed, unembarrassed he kept going,     Drenched in stinking dismaying sweat Silently I kept crying within the confines of fears     My hopes sunken hollow in a grave of self-pity     Inevitably my world came to an abrupt halt     My pride deprived     My confidence stolen    My dreams devoured And nothing will ever excavate them from     The deepest deep that they’ve gone to     No sentence will ever compensate me     For the pain I suffered when my     Innocence was stolen.