--The Taking Of Her Smiles.-- (Dark).
'Twas a balmy evening on that village square,
On the path, a little girl she chalked,
A hopscotch grid, for friends to share,
Innocently unaware she was being stalked.
From behind a smoke stained curtain dead eyes stared,
On his warped mind he hatched a lurid plan,
In which a childhood dream would not be spared,
From the wrath of this decrepit evil man.
He placed some money in her little palm,
An invitation to his shop for sweets,
To the monster she did sadly warm,
Fell to the lure of candy coated treats.
The evening shadows moved without a sound,
Passersby were laughing unaware,
Inside her muffled whimperings resound,
A deed most horrid, vile beyond compare.
Shattered she emerged, her smiles not there,
Lost in his disgusting sweaty sheets,
Her story to the world she never shared,
Silence bribed, by a bag of sticky sweets.
Now time has passed and healed, but not as such,
His dirty smell still lingers in her nose,
She scrubbed and scrubbed but can't remove his touch,
Etched sadness on her face, still sorrow shows.
Only memories now of girls at play,
Those woeful songs of grief, she's often sung them,
His sunken bones interred in rotten clay,
In life or death, not one good bone among them !
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Posted: Apr 2014
About this poem:
Sadly this is a true story !
It happened almost 50 years ago,
Today she's a fine elegant lady but
still greatly affected !
Above all crimes I rate child abuse the worst !
Comments (17)
Ken
Not a nice story !
Mick.
Liam..........cheers !
Mick.
I'd really appreciate if
you said that prayer !
Mick.
What a wise and lucky girl
you were, I'm not surprised
it brought a tear.
Thank you for your respectful
comment.........Mick.
A child's instinct is often the sharpest but too many times they weren't taught to believe/trust in their own instincts.
There's always something about the eyes, they show the true nature of the human souls.
And the energy they emit from their souls are truly different from that of a gentleman. I can't really explain the energies I could sense with each and every encounter but I learned to trust my own instincts regardless of what other people say.... and learning through the mistakes/misinterpretation as well...
Online communication somehow takes that sixth sense away and is limited... only time will tell ...
Thanks again for sharing this ;) God Bless!
Great write...Kathy
When "men" such as these are strapped to the electric chair, who would volunteer to throw the switch which would send them on their miserable ways to meet their maker?
Well, I would, for one...
You narrate this tale of evil so starkly.
Bill
always appreciated M,
Thank you.........Mick.
I'm a person that trusts his gut,
Some say...."never trust a stranger"
I say..."expect the unexpected"
It's a bit more open.
Mick.
Thankfully there are some lovely
smells that remind us of great days also !
Mick.
Also reminds me of the darkness of
Edgar Allan Poe
I would be top of the queue !
Cheers !
Mick.
I would sharpen your axe !
Mick.