I was just a child
A young boy of but five
Living happily on toys and Cherrios
How would I know
That monsters did exist
Outside my closet and bed
My innocence I cherished
Being the only thing I truly owned
But how could I protect myself
From those who were meant to help
When father or mother weren’t home
It happened so quickly I never knew
My memory shattered with the pain
It took forty years to come back to me
The blackness releasing my heart in pain
Remembering things that should never be
Justice impossible for those long dead
The death of myself so long forgotten
Added simply as another scar on my knee
I cried a silent cry asking for God’s help
To protect others from a monster’s grasp
And to remind them in their nightmares
That we are just a child
