When You're Twelve Years Old...

It was like a bull

With eyes that could pierce

And with wild rampage,

It was strong and fierce.

It was like a fire

That stung and burned

The lustful flames scorched high

As tensions churned.

It was like the dark

Blackout-- empty, void

Cold, frightening

Emotions destroyed.

It was like a snake

That squeezed thirsty for blood

It whispered, slithered and licked

Pushing its prey down to the mud.

It was like drowning

Not being able to breathe, suffocating

Breaths were stolen, innocence was stolen

Fear was permeating.

It was an ugly beast

That thrashed me to the ground

Penetrated my being

As I made no sound.

Silence, it speaks

For words to be mourned

It utters what cannot be said

Words too fragile to be formed.