Chris Ellison

Naseby Street

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

Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem in 10 minutes when asked to write a poem which gave a glimpse of my childhood. It is what it is, just a glimpse of 12 years of hell, of living in constant fear of a monster who lived in the same house. The house and street no longer exist, nor does the monster, except in my tortured mind.

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