I learned something from a friend
she told me she had been raped.
At first I didn't know what
I just sat in place and gaped.
This Lady's man with a golden
could think of nothing to say.
I could blow it off when I was
not caring in any way.
I heard the words and was filled with
and rage towards my fellow man.
My comforting words had come too
inside of herself she ran.
Though the last was just four years
still it makes my blood run cold.
She didn't mean to tell me you
but it put my world on hold.
In youth I would have tracked and bound
then dragged what was left to her.
His last sound as consciousness grew
would barely be a whisper.
Now I would rather hug and hold
comforting her through the night.
While the thought of it is sheer
still my friend is my delight.
Shall I indulge in flights of fancy hampered by clipped wings?
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 08-01-99).]