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~**♥**~ <<< The Basement >>> ~**♥**~
The little girl was
always under family
care nobody else
could ever come near
They thought she was
always safe for she
never left the house
unless it was granny's
humble little place
Who would ever
imagine that the
little girls uncle
would take advantage
of his only niece
in different occasions
The basement steps
were made of cement
the floor was dirty
painted grey and
had an ugly scent
I remember seeing
dirty clothes, shoes
mildew cement walls
and there was a boiler too
It felt like a
dirty evil dungeon
secluded from the
world the little
girls uncle would
pull his pants down
He had quarter and dimes
that he showed before hand
do this to me and your
bag of candy will be
in your hand
always under family
care nobody else
could ever come near
They thought she was
always safe for she
never left the house
unless it was granny's
humble little place
Who would ever
imagine that the
little girls uncle
would take advantage
of his only niece
in different occasions
The basement steps
were made of cement
the floor was dirty
painted grey and
had an ugly scent
I remember seeing
dirty clothes, shoes
mildew cement walls
and there was a boiler too
It felt like a
dirty evil dungeon
secluded from the
world the little
girls uncle would
pull his pants down
He had quarter and dimes
that he showed before hand
do this to me and your
bag of candy will be
in your hand
Published 12th Dec 2012
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12th Dec 2012 4:56am
It seems you've come to the right place. There were many basements for me. Terrible things for little girls to go through. Welcome to the dark side.
12th Dec 2012 5:11am
~***~ I'm so sorry to hear that you have had unfortunate events as well. There was a time where I used to love colors... all my little girl clothes were rainbow & bright colors. Now... the only color that makes me feel comfortable is the Dark Side. Thank You for posting & I feel that I am finally starting to set myself free from those so called family member colors!!! I have so much to say, but little by little I believe that I will be able to say it all in one of my most grieving poems. When that day comes... whoever wants to read it will have to agree to adult reading!!! I don't have the courage to right it just yet, not even in my diaries exist... only in my mind for the moment.>>> ~***~
17th Dec 2012 4:34am
I really love that your finally getting out alot more emotions than when you first started posting I like the poem and I to have had experiences like this but I came to forgive that person
4th Jan 2013 1:08am
~***~ <<< It's been a while since I last logged in. I've thought about coming back everyday & decided to today. I will keep writing. I enjoy all your poems. They do me good. >>> ~***~
20th Jan 2013 1:44am
this is the first of your poem that i read...and i was a bit sad..once i read a book that's really related to your expr..and she was able to free herself from such horror by painting all of what had happened to her..am sure writing yours would somehow release you from the torment...
29th Jan 2013 00:45am
~***~<<< I'm back after a few weeks. Thank You for your advice, I have written, scribbled, drawn & even left blood drops on my writings& drawings. Recently I had been only a guest on this site & decided to become a member. I feel it has done me good for it's the first time I've ever written publicly of some of my past childhood traumas. Thank You again. >>>~***~
13th Dec 2014 3:51pm
