Until she has to know
by Sue Hess
Thursday, March 13, 2003
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I write alot about youngsters trapped in their own hell, it helps release some of the monsters trapped in my memory. i am not advocating this behavior, only chronicling it.
He crept in again at 4am hoping no one
Would hear his soft steps creeping down the hall
He could smell the night on him and he shuddered
At the mixture of booze, sex and stale perfume
He didn’t want her to wake, to see him like this
To know where and how he spent his time
She knew only the person she wanted to know
Saw only the person she hoped he would be
But he crept on, knowing he would never live
Up to her expectations, never be the man
She could be proud of, his tastes were already
Perverted, his life too convoluted, his needs
To intense for this sweet innocent woman to perceive
He was fourteen years old this year and already
He knew his darling mother was in for pain
But until he had to hurt her with the truth
He crept down the hallway once more tonight
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|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Sue, you just captured a moment in time and from the comments everyone loved it. Is there anyting you cannot do with words? Words to make some happy, some bitter, some
loving and some lying. Some desperate and some serene. I serch for the serenity in your words. I look for the invitation you
extend, and want to fulfill with you the promise of love. Words, words, just words?
|Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
|ohmy gosh i thought this was about a grown adult until you hit me with that 14 year old thing wow nice job on this very sad and disturbed young adult wow it was fantastically written|
|Reviewed by Linda Hill
|This is amazing.
|Reviewed by Jack Roberts
|Good write Sue!
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Sue, this is very heartfelt. excellent writing.|
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Reviewed by Dale Clark
|It's tough but the reality is every one of
us must face our own demons. Great write!
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|Such an intense and moving poem..could just see every word...so wonderfully done,
|Reviewed by Oisín Breen
|excellent capturing of the moment|