No More Games

This is about sexual child abuse, hence the rating. I have written this for a contest and it was really hard to take myself to this place. The prompt was to write a poem about being violated and I feel that this is one of the worst violations that one person could do to another. It is a poem with the p.o.v. being from a child who has been sexually abused. This is not about me or my childhood and I wish/pray that this didn't apply to anyone's childhood.

No More Games

Laying under the covers, I squeeze my teddy bear,
Hoping you don't want to play your little game.
At dinner I could feel your eyes stare,
Causing me to hang my head in shame.

Please, please don't come in tonight.
It's getting hard to hold in my screams,
It's even harder to lay still and not fight.
I pray I can sleep and have nice dreams.

Oh no, are those your footsteps that I hear?
They are close, oh no, you open my door.
The familiar creaking crashes against my ears.
Please Daddy, I don't want to play no more.

Tammy 07/23/05