Childhood, unspoken!

No-one talks

about my painful past

dreadful things

happened in my life

those very things

haunt me

preventing me from


at night

the reason

I do not have a voice

silenced for so long


in my hellish daze

locked into

your incestuous ways

prohibited from

uttering a word

reprimanded for

being absurd

no-one hears

the children’s cries

dismissed as fabrication

just a pack of lies

why can’t people

talk of pain

I did not stand a chance

frightful disclosure

ice-cold fearsome glance


if I dare to

inform you

of my memory

Please listen

do not judge


do not

turn away from me


so often my routine

I needed courage

to talk about this life


go away

do not question

what memories I hold

be quiet

no-one believes you

so often

been told.





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