What did you do? Why can't you tell?


What did you do?
Why can't you tell?
Cause if you admit it,
you'll go straight to hell.

You molested your child!
That's what you did.
It's easy to forget
the things you do regret.

The stains on her sheet
are still there today.
So don't say you didn't,
I can prove it, I say!

Your child is lost.
She's afraid of the dark,
where sinister forces
are extinguishing her spark.

And you can't sleep,
because of what you did.
It's easy to regret
the things you do forget.

What did you do?
Why can't you tell?
Please, just admit it,
and all will be well.




Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-09-21 at 00:08

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moon smile
yes, we need to admit our faults,nice feelings.
2007-10-30


Kathy Lockhart
oh my Dan this is so deeply moving and affective of the hearts of many who have suffered through such trauma.
Your writing strikes at the heart of it and the turmoil that lasts and lasts and lasts, feeding upon the evil that like a cancer invades the souls, the spirits of those who have lived such darkness.
Only by the admittance of such acts, remorse, and if at all possible rehabilitation can healing begin.
Our children are at the mercy of we who are their providers, protectors, parents, guadians, friends, loved ones. May we all be aware of our responsibilities to protect and guard the innocent.
God help us all in a world where life can be so horrid.
2007-09-21