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Priya Patel
Poems
Jul 2013
A sinful story
Stunned and silent, I can no longer feel
My hands tightly gripping the steering wheel
Your hands are cold around my throat
Why must I be the sacrificial goat
Why was it me you chose to follow
Death is imminent, hard to swallow
Silently I drive, my screams are within
Blade of a knife now piercing my skin
You ask for me to stop the car
But I have no idea where we are
Skies are black and the trees block all light
I am tied and blindfolded to impair my sight
My door creaks open and the cold air rushes in
he pulls me out, the ties cut into my skin
Dear God, I pray, please get me out
Give me the strength to try and shout
May someone hear me and set me free
From this man I once knew, now new to me
He drags me across sharp branches and stones
I scream from the pain as rocks cut-into my bones
I give up now as the darkness pulls me under
Outside all I hear is the sound of loud thunder
This man who preaches now committing a sin
He rips off my clothes, it is time now to begin
He is going to **** me, I am scared and cold
His hands touch my skin and I suddenly feel old
Old and weak with nothing but despair
As he drags me down and pulls back my hair
As I fight to keep him from touching me
He punches me over and over
and for once I can see
A bright light just ahead, asking me to come in
Silently I whisper,
forgive me father,
for I must have sinned
Written by
Priya Patel
Texas
(Texas)
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