A Rapist
Down the village seats an old cracked house,
Lonely, dusty from its fallen door,
In lives a man full of regrets,
He told me a story,
Seating on his sepora he said;
She was screaming,
Her scream gave me all the pleasure,
It was just before that cum that I knew I had to face the law,
Sorries to the wall I pleaded,
Regrets with its luggage resided in me,
Her security gone,
Her innocence I took!
Years later still she struggles intimately,
Memories of the force I applied forever her mark,
Her husband couldn’t take it; now divorce papers another agony,
Still after rehab as thought,