I pull the covers up tight,
Scrunching down into the fabric,
Forcing my eyes closed,
Praying he passes me by.

It would be unbelievable good luck,
If he ignored me tonight,
Or any night for that matter,
And a boy can dream, can’t he?

Inside the depths of my soul though,
I know that I will be chosen,
To feed his dark desires,
Fulfilling his wanton lust.

The true goal of my actions honestly,
Is an attempt to numb the pain,
Ignore the intrusion into my being,
And transport myself somewhere else for a time.

Roy Richard
July 2023