You, Cut You? Poem by James McLain

Because you are numb, i will play in
my mind this single time, dreams for you.

As I lay on the bed, dead on the inside'
from the pain of being ignored, obsessed,
abused, incest at best, belittled, stripped of
pride, self respect.tears that never dry, asking
why they put you here to see the pain, never
asking much, returns..i see my juices, flowing
free to clot, upon the floor, of no return, from hell.

Now that I am are grown, abjured...from all the rest.