You come as a thief in the night,
To rob the last of a child's innocence,
No longer a girl - not yet a woman.
Roused from slumber by unfamiliar stirrings,
Fear is the emotion that rises to the top,
To scared to draw a breath or reveal consciousness.
Hands so familiar, now as a stranger’s,
Heart pounding, soul screaming in vain,
Frozen with fright, helpless to defend.
Taking your pleasure from pain so deep,
A thief in the night you are,
Probing, stealing that which does not belong to you.
Stealing the jewels of a young, nubile girl-woman,
No forethought for the consequences,
Satisfying the curiosity of desire,
All the while sacrificing the last memories of childhood.
You leave as you came, silently,
A child no more - unable to comprehend,
The warm liquid calling card provides cold comfort from a thief in the night.
(c) Rose Limongi 2004
They are achieved, terrible lines of poetry that everyone should hear.
an excellent written piece
William
Andrea
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :(
P.S. I recommend that you read some of the poety of one of your commentators. He is is wise and strong and his word is powerful; far beyond his years. >>> Bhuwan Thapaliya < < < < < <
his work is rewarding and his search is spiritual. I read your bio and believe some of us here at the den are very liked minded.
thanks for creating and sharing
This is so sad and another exceptional TRIBUTE....
Excellent poem.
Love Tinka
~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~