The Memories Last!
Images, sences, feelings and thoughts,
Recalling my past, Maybe I was taught?
Conditioned to beleive, normal to feel,
Even though now, I know not real !
Beaten, Abused, Humiliated too,
Trying to tell my story to you.
Of how as a child, I thought it was right,
To go to sleep, in pain every night!
Bruises and cuts, sorrow and tears,
Waking every morning, with brand new fears.
What kind of torture, awaits me today?
I never knew, because he did not say.
Would I be dragged upstairs to his bed?
Would I be beaten, would I get fed?
How many tears would fall from my eyes?
Would anyone else, hear all my cries?
Would someone come, take me away?
Let me be happy for just one day?
But! no one came, to end all my sorrow,
Somehow, I'll tell you more tomorrow.
Tears falling free, as I remember my past,
The pain and the feelings, the memories last!
By Kathy