Eternal Life

Written in regards to sexual assault.

Eternal Life
I don’t know what to think of now.
My mind is racing, my heart is pounding.
Confused of this eternal life begotten,
Of this life in my hands to be saved.
I cannot be touched, I will not be touched.
Not of the physical pleasure but of mental pain.
Do not reach down into my head,
You will find nothing there that will be of comfort.
Do not depict my thoughts,
What you really want is underneath this skirt!

To be judged as a saint of this crime
Better known as a sinner of time…
I could not stop time, when I yelled “STOP”!
I could not forget time when he was on top.
Why, oh why couldn’t I keep him from coming in?
Why is it a stain from my stomach within?
Confused of this eternal life begotten,
This life in my hands will not be forgotten.

Copyright © 2004 by Angela J. Thomas

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