Crowded grocery store
People rushing by
Hoping they don't see
A grown woman cry
I still see his face
Engraved in my mind
After all these years
Peace is hard to find
Panic consumes me
I'm drawn into the past
Crying on bloodstained sheets
Heart beating fast
Teddy bear falls to the floor
A six year old can't fight
My screams of pain went unheard
Swallowed by the night
The shadows simply watched
Innocence ripped away
As my teddy bear slept
And night turned into day
Cigar smoke filled the room
I can't forget the smell
As I lay on crumpled sheets
In my own private hell
Crowded grocery store
But I feel so alone
Except for the feel of his hands
And the stench of cheap cologne
(c) Linda Hill 2004
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Reviewed by Poet Pablito (Reader)
Reviewed on February 6, 2007
Linda..thank you for sharing ...an excellant write..born in the horrors of reality... sorry.. some things that happen in life just do not have reason...hell is too nice a place for those tormentors.
Very, very painful memory that will haunt you always, but the truth has to be told in order to distil the lies. It is terrible what has happened in past and still continues to happen in the present but each shared experience sheds more light on the monsters who we all know are afraid of the light.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
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