Family, Poetry Corner

Lost at midnight..

Lost at midnight..
White coloured sheets turned red at midnight,

Nothing heard but my own gasps and pleads to be free,

Muffled tears and animal like growls,

Get off me; I’m only thirteen, only flirting…

Untouched skin, now tarnished by grasps that sink deep into my memoir,

Forced to drink away my own innocence from a rusty old cup,

I am no longer a child…

Written by Laurna Guiste
On behalf of the children who have been raped, molested and sexually abused. May God bring the remedying you need.


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