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Crashing through the brush,

Collapsing into the stream.

Lost beyond the woods,

Gone without a word.



Confused,

And soaked.

Shivering,

And screaming.



What’s going on?

Doesn’t understand the pain?

The bindings on his hands.



What brought it on?

What took it away?



Running through the underbrush,

Scrapes your legs,

Blood drips down your arms.

Scrapes and Cuts,

Pains of life.

You wiz on by,

And they chop you up,

And the water turns red as you fall in.



You float away,

And your life fades as you go about a bend.

Under bridges,

Over rocks.

They bruise your back,

As you gasp for air.



Pain and torment,

Ravages your mind.

Unable to understand what you felt.

Wanting more,

But fearing it all the same.



Taken advantage of?

Forced into it,

And enjoying it more the same.

Hard to understand,

Hard to know really.



Enjoyed it much,

But what was it that did it?

Who was it?

Who?



Yet all the same,

Who was I?

To them?