Violated

‘The violated will not always remain a victim,

But the violator will forever be hunted as a prey of nemesis.’ ~ Jacobs Adewale.

The spell tarnished her innocence

With its force so irrepressible like a cyclone

Set out to rescind a cursed city

And for once in her lifetime,

She ceased to be alive.

Inside of her were cells dead and moldering,

And with minutes after seconds of roused horror

She bled deep down from the cavities of her soul

For she was violated; she was raped

Till her semblance was mugged of cheer and replaced with fear.

With flashes of that morose moment

Lingering in her cranium, goading insomnia,

She daily screams beyond the climax of her vocal cords;

Languishing and quivering in provoked monotony.

She ceased to believe in the existence of munificence

That keeps the trundles of humanity spinning

For a demon had taken over her body and soul.

Crushed, wrecked, slashed…

…Lost of words enough to describe her emotional entanglement.

Tears from her eyes fled freely like ocean tides

With torrents belligerent as volcanic eruption

And all she could see were the prowling evil in people’s pupils

Trammeling her path to utter serenity and succor.

Desperation fed her hunger for retribution

But was she insane to have let loose the loathsome host from within?

That was too mild for an assumption I would say

For a demon had taken over her body and soul.

A girl, a woman had been violated,

You would better understand its gravity in the word ‘rape’

And in that very instance,

She ceased to be alive.

Enslaved by numbness as if someone sliced through her with a chainsaw

Bringing out her viscera for mongrels to swallow;

Conquered she was by mild lunacy

Having to cope with the fragments of her broken heart

And you bet lunacy was merely an irony to depict her sorry state.

Her all was given to alcohols and cigarettes;

Fornicating and strewing venom garnered from the devil in the shadow of men.

The game of reprisal was on

With fury flowing through her veins and arteries

To have lost what was hard or never to regain -

Her pride, her dignity, her joy and her glory;

To have contracted acute neurosis

Beyond the therapeutic proficiency of surgeons of this biosphere.

In an instant, she lost everything but her thirst for payback in ferocity.

When a woman loses her frock of exhilaration,

Taken under duress without empathy and consideration

And left with a cuffed willpower in desolation

What becomes of her in the eyes of scoffers

Eagerly anticipating her demise on the rims of ruin?

I know not what it takes for lasses and women

Who had once been violated and raped

To thrive beyond all the excruciating scars there are,

And staring earnestly at the world on the face

With enthusiasm and optimism to live and survive for all its worth.

Some had giving in to suicide on this path of villainy

Some had fought and are still fighting this course of acrimony

But to those causing havoc in the lives of women

And delight in violating the innocence of lasses

Fated for opulence, love, fruitfulness and greatness,

Hitherto, never have I stopped believing in the dictum- ‘what goes around comes back around’.

“Here is a poem depicting imprecisely what it feels to be violated and agonizing with girls and women who have gone through such horrific path of callousness with a clear message for violators spelling ‘war against rape and women violation’ in all its ramifications by men or anyone.