A Girls Loss
Images burned in my head.
Regardless what others said.
They were drinking anyway.
Remembering everything of those days.
Confused and petrified
while happening many times.
8 years of age is not pretend
It is not normal of kids.
You hurt me in more then one way.
mentally and physically some would say.
With every touch and every kiss
Becoming tangled inside with fear and quilt.
At town events there you be.
waiting like a tiger ready to pounce me.
Having fun with me one more time.
Now your messing with my mind.
No one believed me back then,
said I was a scared kid.
How can you walk around?
like nothing happened?
I'm still held captive by my dreams.
and you walk the streets free as can be!
.
cory long
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