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Blurred Vision

I wake up but I can't see Everything is blurry Life is not what it used to be Beyond the silence a little girl cries As all faith is taken Broken into piece's, never to be found He taste's her innocence along the softness of his tongue He smiles with delight As his desire is pleased This man is evil, his blackened soul hollow He shows no sympathy upon his victim Quiet he say's don't say a word This is our little secret Words of pure darkness, words of hurt, beyond such pain I listen and obey with vision of hope & faith among the blurred For I am only eight and feel I'm going insane Can't anybody tell how much I have changed His filth is all over me, can't you smell My hands are bleeding with pleasing Why Why me Is there really any hope as my faith fades This monster won't let me be Every night I am forced to touch and taste Such a weapon of disgrace My tears fall endlessly, I moan from sorrow Shaking and freighted to my core, I don't want to do this anymore But he is not leaving this house, nor am I I am, stuck here, because my mother loves him I want to tell her, scream at her I want her to see See I am no longer the little girl I used to be Is it me who's vision is blurred A question I'll never understand I am a victim now, forever he will have his way Will I ever grow up What will become of me, can I ever heal the damage Will I ever see clear again, I am afraid of all of thee Though I am empty to the absolute abyss of my soul I make a promise to myself, never to carry his load For all I see through this blurred vision A little girl all of eight holding onto the sight of hope & faith. © Copyright kerry singleton

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/24/2013 10:08:00 PM
It's hard to comment on this one. Certain tragedy, such as this, that is so real, is very hard to vocalize in n artistic way. I think you did a great job, but as somone said, I hope the labor was solely in the imagination in not ingrained in experience.
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Date: 1/20/2013 8:32:00 AM
Kerry a very tragic part of some people's lives...great write...David
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