It took four pinching years to confess,
The plight that he’d never once addressed.
Memories ushered his tears to a mess,
That slowly hugged his face and caressed.
It was a jocose evening for the lad,
Greeting, smiling and laughing.
Until She came to turn it all mad,
Now cringing, flinching and wincing.
His thoughts wrapped him up into a cocoon,
Of pain, guilt, embarrassment and shame.
Whilst she went away with it, the racoon,
Driving into health, happiness, joy and fame.
Hoping to get past society’s blind eye,
He preached- Nothing like this should ever happen to anyone; again and again on tape.
With a tint of hope and a long sigh,
He lived on,
Recollecting how he’d just escaped rape.