I cannot close my eyes, I'm too afraid of what I'll see,
like the fists of rage he used as he deconstructed me.
I hug my pillows tight so they catch each fallen tear,
as the images keep coming and refuse to disappear.
I don't want to fall asleep, and yet I drift into a dream.
As I'm forced to see his face, I wake up with a scream.
I wish someone could save me as I'm failing to exist.
Please take me from these nightmares that make me feel his fist.
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Ya know, I am not against rhyme or anything and you make it seem so effortless. I really liked this. It was simple, but powerful. I think that people should do what they are good at and you are good at rhyming pieces, hon!
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That was painful to read. It must be horrible to have such torture from someone who should give love to you. I'm sorry you ever had to know such terrors.
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Oh my you certainly have been to hell and back and when you can't even sleep and get relief from your torment, that's even worse. Many men feed their own inadequacies by hitting out at those they know they can.
Heartbreaking stuff here hun
Gaylene
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heartbreaking invasions of pain, possessing mind awake and asleep. your use of "deconstructed me" speaks volumes. well written.
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forgot your clappies
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I wish I could take those dreams from you
Sean
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