Ashamed

A day like every past

Except it was the last

Of Innocence and Childhood

And smiles free from deception

 

Unashamed and free from guilt

Smart Black Watch tartan kilt

Black Shoe and Stiffened blazer

Young, confident, intellectual

 

Crammed aboard red W8

Unaware of impending fate

His hand brushed upon thigh

Resting boldly with intention

 

Trapped, enclosed, barely thirteen

Surrounded yet unseen

No scream or fight, just frozen

In voiceless isolation

 

No words spoke or looks exchanged

Quietly clothes rearranged

Awash with pain and guilty shame

Of to school,  lost, heartbroken

 

No confession twenty years

Dirty, weak, many fears

Pretending and distracting

Till catalyst  forgotten

 

A day like every past

Except it was the last

Of Innocence and Childhood

And smiles free from deception

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