Survivors Poetry

Justice

As you lay dying
spare a thought for me,
about a past that laid hidden
and what no one would see.
You alone will face your maker
and answer for the sins you've done.
The hurt, the pain, the sorrow
that you thought was only fun.
I try to forget the foul abuse
you gave me over years,
but I still remember with bitterness
the heartache, sorrow and tears.
Apart from this one crime
you've kept your nose quite clean,
and from others eyes
your crimes can not be seen.
They say I'm a trouble maker
and where the hells my proof!
But, Graham, the lord and I
still know the truth.
I kept your dirty little secret
20 yrs I thought no-one did know.
But when you die dear Step brother
down to hell you'll go.
You raped a little girl
stripped her innocence on every level.
But justice still remains
'cause you'll be f***** by the devil.

Anonymous.