Sins Against Humanity
What matters most.
Usually I am but a ghost.
Everything is not forgotten or lost.
Paralyzed and frozen from frost.
Tomorrow awakens a realization.
Crooked dreams with senseless ideas.
Earthquakes & plagues that spread & shook.
Diseases and illnesses the lives they took.
A temporary sorrow of knowledge to learn.
Scrabbled composition revised and reviewed.
Criticized and misused.
Dismissed and deleted.
Unrestrained rage insanity made.
A permanent horror.
Invisible and still miserable.
Alone just skin and bone.
No family or home.
A connection of a single phone.
Death that rots.
Forgotten thoughts.
Nothing to seek.
A confession breeched.
A torture reached.
I said stop.
But I am not a cop.
A mess you can't mop.
I hate what you did.
So from the world I hid.
I was afraid.
I didn't know what sex was
When I got raped.
My hands were not tied
My mouth was not taped.
I was sleeping in my own bed.
The sickness in your head.
Hiw could this world parole you.
With everything about you they knew.
They did not care.
I was the one who had to be there.
To suffer the torment of molest.
With the evil you possess.
Your existence I detest.
Miracles don't exist.
I had to remove an ovarian cyst.
This scar says it all.
I am not a name that's ever called.
My success is stalled.
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