she was brought here
as a child
so many years ago
away from her village
and the toys of her childhood
to become a child toy
for nameless men
who entered her room at night
taking what they wanted
each time stealing a bit of her
leaving her void of emotions
some of the men would return
week after week
year after year
of those who returned this night
she had offtered them
if they would bring her a gift
a gift that she defined
a small tank of gas
for winter was coming
some duct tape
to seal the windows
from winter’s chill
and one strange gift
an old pilot’s mask
perhaps for decoration
as each left this night
satisfied by her
more than usual
smiled at them
a wry smile
but a smile
when the night was through
she took her last sustiva
did not know
taping the mask
to the tank
fell into a deep
A sad situation.
ps: Our erstwhile Minister of Health denied the existence of HIV, so Sustiva is not available in this country 😦
Incredible! The story you’ve outlined is great. I especially liked todays. =)
A poignant tragedy. The only rest for this poor girl and those like her.
A sad poem Charles
A tragic story. I felt the horror creep over me as I began to understand what she was planning.
One of your best.
Very difficult and painful subject – hard to read, I can’t imagine how it felt to write.
this poem echoes the nonchalant manner of her voice, so chillingly well. :-)) ~D
i loathe this side of human society. thanks for shedding a drop of tear for these innocent angels who suffer just because human beings become devil.
I could feel the hurt inside her, was so saddened by her incredible pain. This poem touches one’s soul. This must have been so difficult for you to write. I know that she found peace in the end
Oh that poor child – and who can blame her? Your poem immerses me in the horror and injustice of her plight, and fills me with understanding for her final act.
oh dang! such fantastic write on such a heartbreaking and difficult topic – hat off!
I admire you for being able to shine light on these atrocities of life. Thank God you can because you do it incredibly well.
Poem on the very very dark side of human nature.
Truths so many don’t even consider reality.
Edgy edgy edgy, slpmarting. !!!
so so sad… my heart breaks for her… peace be with her… the tears flow for her…. may God hold her in his arms forevermore…Heartspell
Tomorrow, please write of love in the happy sense…if I may be so bold to ask this…Heartspell
For you Heartspell I shall offer up a romantic poem tomorrow…but please recall that such poems are not my strong suit..but for you how could I say no. 😉
a hard one, Charles, but you always make us think.
So very sad, not an easy topic to write about my friend but you have done an excellent job 🙂 oxo
Tragic and so true, unfortunately. You always get to the core of an issue with your poems.
Feels like a tragic poem of “Death [In The Air]” as depicted in a Nazi [pilot] gas mask and something about immuno-suppressing chemtrails.
mind-boggling story of trapped girl-child and her revenge …..a heart breaking story……
thats so sad..
you had me going for a while with the gifts…
i was thinking of things she would do with them,
but it didnt click until it was too late (the end).
When I think about how these things happen behind closed doors…I think about what’s wrong with our world and what the hell is wrong with us…
Thanks for sharing.
you are one blogger i surely miss when i go off the blogging radar ..
A fine and very touching poem. You certainly have a way of stirring the emotions! 😉 xx
You tear our hearts out in a few lines slpmartin. Thank you for writing this chilling piece (as emotionally difficult as it is). Andrew