insistent that I remember things I'd rather forget
forcing me to the ground
hands on my shoulders
feeding me images of pain and suffering
poured onto my psyche
old forgotten guilt
dripping onto my soul
like tomato sauce shaken out of a bottle
let loose by further shaking
and the pain floods over me again
again
again
unstopping nightmare with open eyes
finding me in the dead of night
to remind me
that even after years of being free
I have to relive this pain
if I could, I'd stab the herald
and bury him where I keep the memories of the man
the man who molested me
so long ago
and I'd convinced myself over again
that I should be better by now
-o0o-
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