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True Story

written by: Matthew Earl


No streets paved with Gold.
A frightened young child, barely Fifteen years old.
A voice in the darkness offers some hope, a chance of salvation, hot water and soap
No Samaritan he, just a predatory beast, In a drugged drunken encounter on me he would feast.
Beaten and bloodied, a child no more.
I reach for the money he’s thrown on the floor.
A victim of rape and still just a teen, I scrubbed at my body but never felt clean.
A survivor I am at least I’m still here; living each day consumed by my shame and fear.


©Matthew Earl

Matthew Earl

Matthew Earl

53 year old aspiring poet and author. I write personal and autobiographical poetry based on my continuing struggles with mental health issues.
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