Thursday, October 27, 2011

A Doctor's Request

by Starvngpoet

He said to get undressed.
I did as I was told.
He said to stand before him,
to stand high upon my toes.
I wasn't sure if this was part of the exam.
For the nature of my visit was just a cold.
I didn't know what to do,
as fear took control.
With his fingers deep inside of me,
he said to breathe.
But fear had me bound.
I told my family,
what he did to me.
They said I was lying,
said I led him on.
For he is a great man
and could do no wrong.
But God knows the truth
I guess my life isn't much use,
For I am the keeper of his abuse.