A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack

Warning contains graphic detail... Reader’s discretion advised

 

A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack

 

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The Devils seed begins to seep,

except for one, she’s cursed to keep.

Before her tenth, year was through,

this innocent child’s, babe, was due.

 

Secured in our archives, ten years previous,

recorded there, this crime so heinous.

A decade passes, my memory does not.

Somethings once seen, can never be forgot.

 

My task now is, I must compare,

the details, I’d recorded there.

As unremorsefully, committed the self-same deed.

The devil cast again his seed

 

The Devil made me do it

Incredulously, again, Father pleas

Screaches, from his cell.

Dammed for all eternity  

                                                                     Po

drug addictionincestrapethe devil.

◄ Twin Souls

Crap ►

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poemagraphic

Thu 5th Dec 2019 17:09

Thank you Vautaw for commenting.

I composed a poem earlier about this, but held back elucidating any further.

This has been quite a taxing year what with one thing and another.

Poetry has been quite literally a god sent. Extricating thoughts and images feelings, emotions from my heart and cranium.

Words flow freely on the screen
supplanting my internal screams

Po

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Vautaw

Thu 5th Dec 2019 02:17

That happened recently in our community. Horrific. Child abuse, especially on that level, is so hard to comprehend. Respect for those who deal with it directly. I couldn’t do it. My mind would implode!

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poemagraphic

Wed 4th Dec 2019 17:03

That's a nice comment, thank you Jon

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 4th Dec 2019 07:15

Always a pleasure to read your work, Po.

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Don Matthews

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 22:31

I fritter away in the background
Bringing good tidings and cheer
Guess what I'm hoping for Christmas?
At present I'm rather unclear.......

Santa says you betta make your mind up quick....

😋

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poemagraphic

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 22:24

Welcomed Do.

A lot going on in the run up to Christ-Mass

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Don Matthews

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 22:23

TBTotal and H
Thale and I do try
To push the black clouds off our screen
Forgot. We both say hi

Thale says techs don't give her italic dialect she speaks in. Sorry 'bout that she says. Don's my mouthpiece.....

😎

Do.RoThy

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 21:26

TBTH ....O dear....allz well??

Hold u in ma prayers💗

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poemagraphic

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 21:25

Thanks for taking a peek Jon.

As always, its nice to see your support
Po

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poemagraphic

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 21:22

Hi Do... Hi Don. My old comedy double act.

Thanks for being there, been a shity week TBTH

Po

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poemagraphic

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 21:18

Hi Jen

Thank you for commenting.... none taken!

Often, when I write poetry to read aloud, I punctuate it, to give me a sense of where to pause/breath, for the best way to enunciate it.

It could be month's, even years, before I read a certain poem out.

This helps me, to reiterate it, as I hear it, in my head.

If I write to print, I always ask my wife to proof read it and correct my spelling and grammar.

being lisdecsit can be a bummer 😉

Po

Do.RoThy

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 21:02

Undoubtedly Donny dear....with somethings and everything..... Hehehe 💋

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Don Matthews

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 20:53

I've just gone seen a something
In fact was more than one
Therefore were several somethings
Which did increase my fun

I enjoy playing around with somethings

Do you Do?

😋

Do.RoThy

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 20:41

In general, you should always use the single-word something when referring to an unspecified object or concept. Although there are some situations where the two-word some thing would be grammatically acceptable, something is always more familiar and will be less likely to distract your audience.
https://writingexplained.org › somet...
Something vs. Some Thing – What's the Difference? - Writing ...

Do.RoThy

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 20:39

This poem is dark and deep, i wish your mind understand and peep.
This poem needs to be delved into.💕

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Don Matthews

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 20:36

I just have gone seen somethings
Somethings I can't forget
Not that I even wanna
No I don't, you bet

What's that Jen?

Somethings don't exist?

I'm imagining?

Po says they do. An' I bow down to Poet Po

Somethings you say no don't exist?
My Thalia says they do
She sez tell Jen go back to school
Hoofty hoofty doo

What's that Jen?

Imagining don't sound right?

Thale, she don't know hoofty doo

Thale says rhymes with love me do

She says sez don't look right either

Talk about pedantic Thale......

(but we luv her)

What's that Jen? Should be love?. As in love love me do?......


Thale here - yes Po you can always trust Don to clear black clouds away and bring the sunshine out. Laughter IS the best medicine. He and me make a good team....

😋

jennifer Malden

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 19:42

Ugh!!! Really horrid - wonder what happened to the poor babe, if it was born. I hope the Father never gets out.
Just to pontificate, there are three commas which don't seem to me, (but it's your writing,) to be necessary. Tenth year, the words go together, same for child's babe, and also the details I recorded there, don't seem to me to need any comma. Also somethings isn't one word, but two - some things. If you take this to be b. pedantic, I promise I will never say anything again, and you have every right to use what punctuation, you want!!! Great writing anyway.

Jennifer

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poemagraphic

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 18:36

Bless you Philipos.

Thank you for reading.

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Philipos

Tue 3rd Dec 2019 18:33

OMG - these cases are appalling to deal with - well done U on letting it out - we shouldn't be afraid to shout about the aftermath of such atrocious cases on all involved and say it from the rooftops. 👍

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