The Nightmares Poem by Walter C. Edwards

The Nightmares



The nightmares came back,
beaten once again,
by hands long since dead,
abused by a drunken loser,
angry at the fate,
he was given,
but delivered to child,
with no crime committed,
in the the middle of the night,
drag away and out of slumber,
to be hit, kicked and hurt, once more,
with no remorse,
some scars my never heal,
and I thought I was over it.

Monday, May 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: abuse
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Colleen Courtney 06 May 2014

I don't think anyone can ever truly recover from abuse. I think a part of it imbeds itself in your soul and never truly let's go. Just hope those who suffer can somehow find a way to Cope and move on to find happiness. This is a very nerve touching write. Will remain in the memory for days to come.

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Chris G. Vaillancourt 05 May 2014

Good piece. Enjoyed the read very much. well done!

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