This poem is called I Feel. If you can't take graphic or descriptive poetry I suggest you move down to one of my other writings.




like i've been hurt
and beaten
taken for a ride by
mobsters
or worse
drugged, framed, convicted
and locked up in a jail
of my own making
being raped daily
with a dirty splintered handle
of a shit covered
plunger
i feel the rough thrusting
scrape
at the hellious rape
i can't stop it
or escape
with every push more
innocence
gone
more pain, more tears
i prayed for God
yet He must be with
others
my anus is full of wood and
blistering, pussing sores
yet i'm tied up here
so you'll be back for more



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