18+ A not for the faint of heart poem about a terrible form of abuse by a family member. |
-Touch Skin- by Keaton Foster Touch skin Persecute The boy within Make him pay Existing A hell of a sin Allow him No escape Pile on the shame Leave him changed Define his fate At the weight Of your sexual taste In your twisted world And now his Love and hate One and the same thing Touch skin Outward in Ripping and tearing Fearing everything From this point on There is no escape Just the shame Just the idea Of what another Could bring Themselves to do People are animals But you Were all monster Age has since come Older under the sun Now you are dead Rotting in some hell I’m alone In my own hell It never gets easier Nor did you expect it to The responsible adult Raped the child Flesh and blood Sins measured in disgust It physically hurts Even to this day Ghost feelings As if I’ve lost a limb Shoot through my skin Racing up my spine Rattling my brain Leaving me incapable Of any form of relation Alone I will always be Hatred was your seed It has grown Intended or not Into a lone tree Standing in a forest Of not only life But of absolute fear Touch skin You could have done less You could have let me escape Finding another way To display the sexual nature In which you found gratification You are now deceased A guilty man never convicted By any form or rule of law You have been judged God is not blind Just less involved I am here Living in absolute fear Feeling as if you Are at times Still here… Touch Skin Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |