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
REPOST
Want to review or comment on this poem?
Need a FREE Reader Membership?
Reviews of "Only The Shadows Heard her Cry"
Reviewed by Richard Bryant (Reader)
Reviewed on April 19, 2007
Forget the tissue, give me the gun.... A sad haunting write Linda.
Girl, you made me reach for a tissue and a gun at the same time....smile. Beautiful piece. Wow! You elicit mixed emotions throughout...great job! Peace,
Agnes
Reviewed by Laura Mayer (Reader)
Reviewed on April 14, 2007
Having been abused sexually as a child, I can relate to this write very well. It sickens me to know that somewhere at this very moment a child is going through this hell. You've captured the abused feelings well with this poem.
Hugs, Laura
Such a sad, sad, write...and all too often this happens to children around the world! Powerful message within the lines of this write, painful one that tugs at your heart! A poem well written about such a tragic even in a little girls life...
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
OMG Linda, I live the horrors everyday (I hope you remember what I speak of), been two years now and healing so slow for her and the rest of family. WOW, this poignant hardhitting piece just really hit home! Have missed you!
Feds Just Caught 2 Perverts Ran Law From South To Here In Glendale California--Child Porn Molesters Even Making Raping Children & Filth Movies In Apartment--6 Months Later Woman Said She Couldn't Figgure Moaning & Screaming Was???????
What Hell Kind Of World Do We Live In Sin While Idiots Sit There Listening To It Do Not Do Thing About It!Keep It Coming Linda Maybe Somebody Will Hear Moaning & Screaming Rape Killing Little Children
From Your Pen Writing...
I enjoyed your work, I thank you for reading mine, this is excellent, and your flow is right on. I also offer you my prayers, I was emotionally abused by my father, I learned to write to express myself,there was only me and God to talk too. So I'LL remember you in my prayers, cause I know it is a hard battle.
Reviewed by Stan Grimes (Reader)
Reviewed on April 13, 2007
Linda, not many words can describe how I felt while reading this poem. It stands as a testament to all children/adults that have dealt with this terrible sickness (or whatever it is). Great job my friend.
There are times when experiences are just too provocative for words to describe. Thank you for sharing your special gift of prose to the world. God Bless You. My best, Gloria
Fabulous Title Linda, and the illustration compliments the subject matter perfectly.
Tears seem to find an outlet no matter what time it is or where one is at. This is a powerful piece that wrenches the heart and nails ones emotions to the wall. Blessings to you ...
Strong write coverint the painful subject of sexual abuse, only one who has experienced the horror can possibly really and truly understand but you give us a glimpse of the madness with your writes on the subject...Thank you.
This is very powerful and thought provoking, well done.
Reviewed by LadyJtalks LadyJzTalkZone (Reader)
Reviewed on April 13, 2007
Somatic memories triggered by a smell. There is a blessing in knowing where it comes from. Then knowing one is far away from that time in the present. Excellant words of deep feelings. Lady J
I have said it once, I will say it twice, the abusers of children should get a rope forthwith!!!
No excuses.
No outraged human rights.
We need to start to think more on the victims that in the wellbeing of a monster.
Georg
I have to echo La Belle in saying "powerful and heart-wrenching"
What a sad, sad story, and worse because it is repeated over and over again all across our nation. God help us.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
Regis
Agnes
Hugs, Laura
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
~Nikki~
Be safe,
Karen
And innocence will never come back
Powerful message in all your poetry
The pain excruciating.
DWB
What Hell Kind Of World Do We Live In Sin While Idiots Sit There Listening To It Do Not Do Thing About It!Keep It Coming Linda Maybe Somebody Will Hear Moaning & Screaming Rape Killing Little Children
From Your Pen Writing...
Your True Friend, TRASK
love Tinka
Tears seem to find an outlet no matter what time it is or where one is at. This is a powerful piece that wrenches the heart and nails ones emotions to the wall. Blessings to you ...
Light and Wisdom ...
Fee
No excuses.
No outraged human rights.
We need to start to think more on the victims that in the wellbeing of a monster.
Georg
What a sad, sad story, and worse because it is repeated over and over again all across our nation. God help us.
Connie
This is deep and its poemization reaches strikes the heart. A profound picture of ontologic reality.
I have learned through the reading of "Only The Shadows Heard her Cry".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU