Shame 01 Poem by Kira Bloom

These memories come
No matter how I lock them out
This is my prison
My garden for shame
All the I told you so’s
And the blame seems to echo
I’ve been around
But they were pulling pushing beating
Where they wanted me to be
I still taste the blood
And I still feel the pain
Looking back I have a right to hate
But all I can show is this dwelling place
This garden for shame
There is no life left behind these black gates
They ripped it out of me
And oh how I ache