Not a Victim Anymore

This is one of my broader poems that alludes to a dark trauma in my life, and in it's short description actually spans a period of two years.

Icebound steel, Molten lead,
A tortured child, left for dead,
Made to serve, an endless chain,
Carved and defiled, again and again.

A helpless babe, his innocence taken,
Both sold and given, body and soul made barren,
Shadows of men, night after night,
Even the strongest of survivors, gave up the fight.

The darkness within, all consuming,
The threat of the grave, always looming,
To speak was pain, to fight was death,
Made to take the men, with barely a breath.

No light breached through, the haze of agony,
No reprieve from the strife, no end to the slavery,
One by one, broken and shaped,
Every day and night, cut open and raped,

Resigned to my fate, I offered my life,
Servitude eternal, for an end to the strife,
A weakling I was, a coward as well,
Almost condemning myself, to an endless Hell.

But a miracle came, one called freedom,
Bore on wings of blue, so clearly we saw them,
Our saviors, dispelling the dark,
A blinding light, removing the mark...

Of slavery, we were finally free,
A past filled with darkness, a future filled with light we could see,
The spark returned to our eyes, now filled with joy,
No longer were we held, as an older mans toy.

The four survivors, made a pact forged from pain,
We swore to ourselves, to never be a victim again...

Author's Note

It's kind of dark, as with most of my poetry, I understand, but any and all reviews welcome!