Naseby Street Poem by Chris Ellison

I still feel it
After all these years
I still feel it
And nobody knows

I still see it
In my mind
I still see it
And nobody knows

And I still smell it
That house of shame
I still smell it
And nobody knows

The shouts and screams
In the dead of night
That wake me and make me curl up tight
And nobody knows

Then all is quiet
And I listen in fear
Whispering please don't come
And nobody knows

And the fear that gripps me
As I wait my turn
I shut my eyes tight
And nobody knows

I lay in my bed
Not daring to move
Hardly breathing
And nobody knows

I open my eyes
To see if it's safe
A shadow is there
And nobody knows

But they did all know
In that shamefull street
And did nothing, nothing
That was Naseby Street