Those not so healed wounds.

The reminisce of what used to me be mine.
Filled with his D.N.A,
his stain.
Every minute spent on delayed emotions
surfacing from insanity in my brain.
Some people say channel my rage.
Into what?
Who deserves the anger of my pain?
When rapist forcefully liberate a small body.
It's the reason why I still dreams in nightmares.
When my fears are recognizing tens year later I'm
still that little boy silenced by others.
It's difficult to move on,
When no one can understand the sorrow within a boy.