Scribbled Bliss

Childhood sexual abuse is something people close their eyes to and turn their heads away from, not standing up for the innocent. This is my voice giving it a face.

Angst filled pain passed on

           like an old family photo

poignant, yet colored

                in faded hues of misty grey

you threw your life away

             like dirty bath water

               scribbled notes left behind

     nothing to obscure

  

your flight from

          breathing's contentment

    Incomprehensible deafening

              screams of emnity

bad blood injected

          into the veins of naivete

Venom so fierce 

              it'd knock the hell out of Satan

prince of darkness 

               sat behind our door knocking

monster of brute strength

               and alien affections

    no gods interrupted

 this sin against his child

prayers unanswered, 

               only the muffled sounds

of innocence

     being shorn in tiny shreds

common enemy of mine,

 I needed to protect you

I failed to slay the monsters

           on the rise and in my head

you took that leap of faith

        begging death

                    would be it's own reward

peaceful dickens of a way

         to escape

 hell's fire

     you left behind all the scoffing scorn

                 that found it's way back to my front door

                                        taunting songs breathe immortality

                                              for sins of the father

         hiding for eternity and perpetuity

                   in your silent bliss

Author's Note

Many of you will feel uncomfortable reading this, and I hope that's true, being uncomfortable and staying silent are two different things. I have hopes that people won't stay silent on this horrific issue any longer. It devours lives, being ultimately and internally damaging to say the very least.

Reviews

[writing mojo]

you nailed the accursed head on this one, the flow, the dialoged pain set to perfect un-perfect word choice , the ending had me in musty tears, cellar wall fears like closing the door on some many closets, who's moth's feast on the sweat of so, sowed many living in nightmares...great piece

[Frieda P]

Thanks mojo, always an interesting response from you and under the circumstances, you hit the nail on the head with your reply, thanks so much.

[writing mojo]

welcome

[quinfinn]

i am loathe to embrace this, save the love you have garnered from me in previous engagement, and knowing what type of man i am, you can understand that this seethes under my skin and makes me feel vengeful toward the provocateur of this malice. i can only applaud your courage and feel a kinship which will never be torn asunder, as i love your precious and accepting heart. frieda, you are my sister, under the skin, from here on ever .....wondrous profundity and courage that escapeth thy pen....awesome write!

[Frieda P]

Awh, you're truly my hero quin...your words do bring me comfort...thanks for being such a good friend. xo

[quinfinn]

ever.....

[Lover Of Words]

Great one!

[Frieda P]

Thanks Kelsey.

[Geon Quuin]

I'm against abusive fathers, parents in general, who physically and emotionally hurt their children. They're a disgrace to society.

[Geon Quuin]

How did I miss the sexual abuse? I'll be damned.