He still haunts my dreams
Until I wake up
Surrounded by the sound of my screams.
He still lurks in my mind
In every space, every corner,
Waiting for the time to strike.
I still feel the wall
Pressed into my back.
I still feel the familiar throb
Of pain from every attack.
My heart still bleeds,
It still trembles
From all he did to me.
He would sit and wait
Until I was alone,
Until I felt safe.
He still haunts me
Until no one can release me.
I still see his urge
To take in his eyes.
I still wonder
What got me into this mess.
I still wait for his lies,
Wait for my pain,
To fade away
From my life.
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Nightmares couldent be better described in a poem.Good job Heather, keep on it. Peace, Alan