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This happens too often. Once is way too often.
This is a fictional poem, with an intention of making the reader question. This does not represent my work.
A Boyhood Raped
My eyes groaned , morning arrived, I realized,
Then a moment of dire shook my entire stiff body.
Did that night really happen? Did that happen to me?
Was that a “gift” from my uncle Toddy?
I was high, couldn’t move, when he raised my back up and then
… oh no, I had to go spew.
I couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, my body was numb,
No one knew what I knew what I went through?
Then, it never happened, not to me, I was in control,
I was only crying from watching movie features.
I had to get busy, that was it, at fifteen, study at school,
I’d concentrate on each of my teachers.
Since then I can’t play footy, sleeping’s a memory,
I don’t talk to family about sexual assault.
I hate being in crowds, don’t touch me, I don’t go out,
And, yes, this is all my own stupid fault.
Now my beautifully effective tool dealing with nightmares
Is to drink and smoke and inject.
I think I’m coping alone in my head really well,
But my wife says I’m emotionally wrecked.
Copyright © Lewis Raynes | Year Posted 2016
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