Kidnapped

1992




I was kidnapped.
I was stolen from myself...
Stolen from life.

I was held back.
My strength failed me.
My understanding fled me.
I was twisted...
Turned.
I was spat on...
Cheated on...
Given gruel for food...
Pain for slumber.

Turned inside out
All was ugly...
All was pain...
All was perverted and cruel...
No mercy.

It pleased them to watch me writhe.
It pleased them to empty my tears.
It caused laughter to see me beg.
They took my crumbs and stomped on them.
They made water their bargaining tool.
But it was I, they said
Who was not worthy to live.

It was they...




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