Some times we forget we are not to blame for the sins of others
A poem about the sufferings of a rape victim.
Somewhere deep inside is an innocent little girl
She asks questions she can’t comprehend
Why did you do it?
What does it mean?
My innocent modest girl
She’s trapped in my mind
I can’t find the key
I wonder how she’s still a part of me
The little guiltless girl
She carries such a burden
She blames herself for your crime
Even though she is innocent
Sweet naive child
Forever with her inquiry’s
Questions never ending
Her confusion so complete
Sad little girl
She can’t understand how
She’s too naive to know why
I want to let her free from the torment that is me
Innocent child
Trapped behind my lies
I want to let you free
But you’re to much a piece of me
Months pass little girl and little lady by
The blame game continues
The hate begins to grow
And now I think I can finally let her be
So I’m sorry little girl
The one a part of me
I have found the key
Now its time to set you free
Tears flood down my face while blood runs out of wound
And I contemplate death with dagger in my hand
But then innocent girl says no
Because together we are whole
She tells me it’s not my fault
While I remind her she’s not to blame
We both know whose to hold responsible
We know who owns this hate
And there you are screaming at me
To end it all to end this life
Just so you can call yourself innocent
Be absolved of all your crimes
But baby innocence inside me mind says no
Because we may not know why
Nor what it now means
But now we both know it was never our fault
Because innocence can grow up
Innocence can change
But she’ll always be there
We’ll always be free
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