Crime Scene in the Next Two Decades
Coming to Terms with Childhood Historical Abuse
The house remained silent, decade after decade undisturbed
Running parallel with Saint Luke's church in the distance
My place of baptism, a child blessed by god
The house facing touched by evil
Slowly the mature terraced dwelling began to stir
Awakening
Inconsolable observing closely from the church facing, our lady the Virgin Mary begins to weep.
Slanting in shame, officially declared a crime scene
The Victorian dwelling sealed shut
Police line do not cross emblazoned upon the stone walls
Officers patrolling the quiet deserted road
Handcuffed the depraved, eyesore image of the perpetrator vacantly stares into the darkness
Historical crimes exposed, bringing light upon the victims wounded
The tightening of cuffs, searing into paralyzed flesh
Nowhere to hide, powerless to run
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