Groans
Father sexual abuse to young child - Insanity
Her father was a character
The man I feared most
His lips were always crusty
His presence; like a ghost
She aspired to be his favourite
Although he left her alone
I often observed her actions
Since then she has grown
Her father touched
And I would see
A groping hand upon her knee
She giggled with innocence
As he held tight
But then they’d melt into the night
I was young
But tried to ask
Why he’d undo her trousers
And rub upon her ass
I knew she felt pain
As he slid inside
But when I questioned
His hit was my reply
She never spoke of how she felt
I watched her eyes as anger was dealt
I tried to understand why he’d use her
Time passed on
But if a father fucks his child
Something’s wrong
I wiped her tears
Took her from that home
Yet I still picture his dirty thrusts
And hear the echo of his groan
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