The games of hide and seek we'd share,
a sense of light heartiness in the air -
the gravel under stuck bicycle wheels,
still can remember how those days feel.
The moving house and empty room,
a place so far, I felt so doomed.
The taunts and tears to stand out,
memories I could do without.
The touch of a tainted fingertip,
oh how I never expected this.
The moans and groans and tears,
he caused unmistakable fear.
All else between and after this,
is all like a daze, a haze, a mist;
the memoirs are unwritten nor said,
for they stay stuck in my aching head.
When words will never be wrote,
the truth it catches in your throat.
The pain and angst lays dormant,
in a heart with hate and torment.
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