I KNEW WHAT HE WANTED

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    I KNEW WHAT HE WANTED

    It was a dark cloudy night
    and I'm unable to sleep
    I hear a strange noise
    so out my window I take a peep.




    In my drawer are some sleeping pills, so I take one
    It's been a bad day and I'm feeling the stress
    Being up all night isn't an option for me
    I have to make sure that I get my rest.

    So I close my curtains and crawl into bed
    when Suddenly I hear a creaking of the floor
    I become extremely afraid for my life
    As I see the knob turn on my bedroom door.

    I reach for the phone on the stand next to me
    And with shaking hands I dial 911
    All of a sudden the door is thrown open
    By a man holding a gun.

    I drop the phone leaving it off the hook
    hoping they would hear us and send me some help
    All you could hear is my dog in the back ground
    barking and letting out a big yelp.

    He leaves the lights off, afraid I might see him
    All I could see was the shape of a man
    As he moved closer to my bed I knew this wasn't spontaneous
    I knew this guy had a plan.

    He knelt down by my bed
    I could smell his bad breath
    He put one hand over my mouth,
    his other on me as I became scarred to death.

    I knew right then just what he wanted
    And I knew I couldn't fight him and live
    So I laid there with him on me
    And I gave him all I could give.

    But I guess 911 could hear all that was happening
    and awaiting outside were the police
    He pulled out his gun and aimed it at them
    And now the rapist is deceased.


    Dianna Nally
    5/22/08

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    andreafleming33 commented on I KNEW WHAT HE WANTED

    06-29-2009

    I am really sorry that there are so many awful people in this world. People that don't deserve to be here. I hope you have been able to cope mentally, believe me I know how hard it is. especially to put it out there for the world to read.

    Di

    06/30/2009

    Thank you so much sweety. But I am no longer a victim, I am a surviver. :-) And I teach others how to become survivers as well. I am honored that you thought enough about me to comment. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Di

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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