With closed ears,
no-one heard the whimpers
of a lost boy defiled in the dirt.
Clammy hands
groped my squirming body
while I writhed beneath his raw power.
With closed eyes,
no-one saw his thrilled thrusts
leave the soil soaked in my hurried hurt.
Whispers from the Wound: More Grief Poems to Mourn…
Dear Father
never hear you tell me you loved me
Sparkling Emerald Eyes
your arms, like carved oak, protected me
Tearful Eyes
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Murderous Seduction
deep within the haunted wood
Bound in Darkness
my blood flowed over golden sands
You Blinded Me
and caressed my ache to be loved