Ice Cold Poem by Ruth warren

Memories of my childhood,
flash within my mind;
They are embedded forever,
engraved deeply throughout time.

Most off them are dreadful,
a few of them, quite nice;
The one's that terrify me,
turns my blood into sheer ice.

The feelings which they evoke,
makes me feel soiled and stained;
And as I remember my past,
my tear's pour down like rain.

I huddle alone in the corner,
like a weak and frightened child;
And I can not truly remember,
the last time that I smiled.

They flood my very senses,
with a murky, muddy stream;
I feel so dirty and worthless,
as I fight back the urge to scream.

Alone in my small corner,
tears fall from my swollen eye's;
As I try my very best,
to remain from sound and from sight.