David William Breidenthal Poet Free verse

2:22 Am

I changed the words up because the original is too disturbing for readers on here. Still, read with caution - there are some words that are unsettling. Thanks for choosing this poem to read. 

Reminds
Me of
Fun times…

Memories…

Never
Happened…
Clock chimes…

2:22 AM…

I'm gay
Yet bi…
Confused…

But, I'm seeing things in black and white

I was at his door, 222
I check the clock like I always do - 
It's 2:22 AM...who knew…

Don't you hurt
Me again…
I was just
8 during
That time you
Scarred me good…
Raped in rue…
Wrapped up in
Solitude

Reminds
Me of
Screwed up…

Times when
I got
Molested...

8 years
Old...it's
Enough

To hurt…
Rough pain
Words hurt

Blades are
Aflame -
Cut me

He scared
Me…so,
Bro, please…

Don't you hurt
Me again…
I was just
8 during
That time you
Scarred me good…
Raped in rue…
Wrapped up in
Solitude

Reminders
Of the past
Bleed through me…

Kill the grief
Inside me
Never...free…

I admit -
I'm human
I like men…
(Yet I like women at the same time)

I was at his door, 222
I check the clock like I always do - 
It's 2:22 AM...who knew…
I was at his door, 222
I check the exit sign, for I'm through
With his bull of bittersweet rue

Don't you hurt
Me again…
I was just
8 during
That time I'm
Cruelly scarred…
Raped in rue…
Wrapped up in
Solitude

But, I will
Forgive him
For what he's
Done, but still…
It hurts me
To say this -
I love you…
I love you…
Bro, I do..

I was at his door, 222
I knew it was wrong, but it felt right - 
It's now 2:22 AM…(I regret everything)

Reminds me -
Be my remedy please
Remind me -
Of good times spent at ease
Reminds me -
Never trust guys or girls
Remind me -
Shine like emerald pearls

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Jan Allison February 5, 2020 at 9:38 AM I have a huge lump in my throat david, i hope its a work of fiction:-( hugs Jan xx Jan Allison February 10, 2020 at 4:12 PM I hope you've kept the original and in time will 're post it, so sorry youve had to live with such abuse, it should never happen to anyone least of all a child. One of the most powerful pieces ive read on soup is Rape by Charlotte puddifoot i think you would find it very moving:-( Hugs Jan xx David William Breidenthal February 5, 2020 at 4:52 PM Read the new version on here! I hope you like it! I edited my poem and made it more appropriate for the sake of readers on here. :) David William Breidenthal February 5, 2020 at 4:40 PM Unfortunately, it's not a work of fiction...it's a reality I faced and still face on a daily basis and at nighttime as well. Hugs are very helpful, thank you! -JWE