Not The Last Poem by Sharron Stephenson

sit with me
lay with me
play games
open up
tears flow
pain begins
hurts inside
laughs out loud
smile on face
still as a robot
silent as the night
the first
not the last

I wish to die
I wish to be free
I hope to stop
month and year
the first
not the last
black and red
raw and raw
more slow
legs are weak
too weak to go
door open
hand are washed
told to say
say nothing the moan of pleased
the first
not the last

thrusted hard
scared
unsure
what has happened
my fault
me to blame
looks too alike
the first
not the last

goodnight
cannot sleep
still as still can be
wrong to say
the first
not the last
become numb
the call
pain begins again
the first
not the last

no longer a child
no longer a little girl
adult in body
years come and go
the first
not the last
no peace
no guard
not to say no

never again
promised made
promise broken
the first
not the last

why
he knows
control
power
the first
not the last

love fall in love
flashbacks
nightmares
worries
safe in arms
the first
not the last

the first
not the last

go through
learn
understand
move on
the first
not the last