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
This is a very powerful reflection of how cruel life can be...
You have expressed the pain well...
Linda, your words are truly powerful and heart wrenching, even the title speaks volumes.
This is such excellent writing...
Love, Sheila
Tommy
Excellent Poem Opens Your Eyes To Truth!!
Your Friend, TRASK
PS: There's a safe Place For Few Of Us Away From Cheap Colonge!!
Allen
Well spoken. It messes them up for life, and other lives they can get a kick out of doing real bad stuff to others, not realising the hurt they cause, whilst they go into denial..
beautifully written, but so heartbreaking--well done
(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :(
Love Tinka
Sad, so sad....
Have a great day Linda my friend......
Excellent Linda.....
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :( >tears <
You write as if you are feeling the pain, and convey your message well.
I love your pages, I will read more.
Robin
Please don't ever stop speaking out for all abused children - everywhere. The world truly needs to hear these messages.