Every time i close my eyes
I'm haunted by what i see
Memories that refuse to fade
Just linger in my mind
So i am always thinking back
To those darkened days of hell
When they locked me in the dark
As their form of punishment
I used to cry myself to sleep
Curled upon that wooden floor
Dreaming that one day i'll escape these walls
And that i'll be free at last
And here i am years later
Free from their punishment room
But i am still trapped in the horror of it all
So much that i cannot sleep...
A contest entry
- A Quick Poetry Contest IV by -BlackKnight-.
300 points, ended July 19, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Good write. The darker memories and experiences of our past never truly leave us, the trick is learning how we can use them to our advantage and to realise how they may have, without us knowing it, made us a better, stronger person.
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