Well of Innocence
You promised me!
You said it last week
“This is the last time.”
You promised me!
But here you are again
Creeping in the dark
Knocking on my door
While daddy sleeps so deeply
And mummy sleeps so sweetly
No one in sight
Just you and I
Here you are again
Asking for a drink
From a well you don’t own
Destroying a pretty little flower
Soiling my innocence
With your dirty perverted hands
Claws and fangs you have
Drinking from my well of innocence
Asking for more
Addicted to your insanity
Giving me candies and cookies
In exchange for the diamond I hold dear to my heart
GET AWAY FROM ME!
STAY AWAY!
“Mummy, help!”
I scream
Hoping someone would wake up
Praying my muffled screams will be heard
As you draw water from my well
I scream into your palms
But no one hears me
As usual
I’m left to bear this shame
All alone
To suffer this pain
All alone
No one to help
No one to save me
I drift into my safe place
The small world inside my head
A place with pretty flowers untouched
Unbruised
Unabused
I dance in my little garden
I laugh in my happy place
Shutting the doors of pain behind me
As you unrepentantly draw more water from my well
Your wickedness tainting my beauty
Your lust polluting my well of innocence
By Sylvia Chika
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