Tale of my Raped friend

Since then & tis of now, her heart is like a Stony impenetrable ground
No water of consolation or splash of reason can sink in
She had made up her mind and life to her was a streak of emptiness
That bore no fruit, but painted with pains

Twas a dark struggle, as she wrestled and lost to his unbridled desires;
Breaching the bounds of her consent, the insane was done! She was raped!
And now her mind is made up and life to her is a streak of emptiness
That only victimized and wager in pains

Trust to her had become ugly! Really ugly!
And her faith in humanity had been stabbed by insanity with piercing inconsideration
Men to her were "instruments of doom" and I was typified in the stereotype
She was made up & not even I could be her friend
As the door of her broken heart was shut against the male race!