I toss and turn. It's starting again.
The flashbacks, the shaking from
fear. I can't scream for help. I lay
here in bed flat on my back. The scenes
start to come back.
I can see myself at the age of 8 sitting
in a computer room. I was in his house.
I tried to tell myself "Get out please" but
I was in the dream where no matter what
you say you're not heard.
I heard a voice. Turning around I
seen him walking into the room.
I stood there looking. I was frozen in
one spot. Tears slide down my cheeks as
I stood and watched what he did to the little
8 year old me.
I don't know how long it
went on. My dream felt like
forever. It was 6:30am when I finally was
able to move. The pillow was soaked with tears
my face was wet. I knew that I must of been crying.
I was stuck in the nightmare and couldn't wake up.
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Comments
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Fantastic form of words and pain. The truth behind this makes me sick. I have nightmares I can't wake up from ones not compared to this, but one's that hurt deeply. I'm here for u loove u ever need me cuzin. :-)
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good job
i love this poem and how you worded it, i think we all feel this way from one time to another and it really makes for what we call our life....thanks for shring your fears though too poetry is a good way to vent...its what i use it for -
Felt very similar last night so can see where your coming from, But i cant say i understand what you're going through because it's your own personal pain, Good poem tho you found a great way to get the fear out...........Thanks for shareing
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