Fresh Fruit

Poems about me

Fresh Fruit

Was my innocence fresh fruit for your picking
Smooth skinned child got your lips licking
What was the reason, the cause if you will
My suffering, my horror, whilst you had your fill

Depraved desires you hid them so well
Knowing full well that I'd never tell
I cried at your touch, your breath filled my nose
Gnarled dirty hands pulled at my clothes.

I'm filled with disgust, this betrayal of trust
Ripened fruit from a tree, a predators lust
The fruit that you picked now lays rotten inside
Fell far from the tree then withered and died


Matthew Earl 2018 l