Pleasure Paid, Lives Unmade

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Pleasure Paid, Lives Unmade.

By Tony DeLorger © 2013


Time enough to think,

that's when pain envelopes,

fractured memories,

helplessness,

smothered

by a heaving body above her,

sweaty, grunting,

a dagger to her soul,

splitting her in two,

with every driving,

pumping malice.

And she, tied down

like an animal,

legs spread,

torn and bleeding.

All she wants to do

is strike this ugly beast,

inflict pain,

cease his anger lust,

to still her heart

from this reality,

this humiliation,

being defiled

and powerless.

Thoughts jolted,

that child arrives,

with her little tin box,

and sits at the edge of the bed.

She says nothing,

tries not to see this predicament,

rather, tend to her own.

The lighter snaps

and the spoon bubbles,

soon these thoughts will end,

and oblivion will descend,

sweet torturous numbing,

to quiet her outrage,

so another beast

can ride her pain,

drag it to consciousness,

like a disjointed film clip,

in and out of clarity,

until,

he is done,

and sleep rescues sanity,

only to wake

to the same heinous memories,

and a body racked with pain,

battered and bruised.

And then that girl arrives,

her little tin box,

filled with dreams.


Slavery still exists in this world; hard to believe. I just don't understand.

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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks for commenting William; often, engrossed in our own lives, we forget what still ensues in this world of ours, the horrors and inequities. It is a good thing to remind ourselves of the capacity humans have for evil,

and how we must stand up for those who have become lost within it.


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Wp Neeley 3 years ago from Jefferson City, Missouri

Your words are moving. The reality numbing.Woe to them that prey upon our children. Evil in the strongest sense. Thank you Tony for keeping us aware and the victims not forgotten.


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Tony DeLorger 3 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

It is more than disturbing FR, and worse, seems never to change. We all live in hope. Take care.


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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Yes, it sure does exist, for their is evil in the hearts of men and only God can change that if they so choose, otherwise it will always remain.

Disturbing, yet profound truth here in your poem.

Blessings, Faith Reaper

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