Why Poem by Sally Walker

Words cannot express:
All of my distress.
My fears…
Reflected through tears.
That I must stop.
Before he's back…
But I lack:
A way home.
So I'll roam for a while,
Step tile by tile.
Distract myself from reality.
The one I wish not to be true.
One where I shall not worry of you.
Not needing a tissue,
Because there'd be no issue.
I open my eyes,
But am now forced to see through the disguise the world wears.
Instead of seeing happy…
I start to feel nappy.
Overwhelmed my brain resorts to rest.
I cannot pass this test…
Life becomes a pest.
I see everything messed up.
Maybe if I'd have been dressed up.
He wouldn't have just guessed that he could...
Bust his way into a locked door.
Wishing you'd known better before…
Tears start to poor,
You look down at the floor,
You've been abused and feel it in your core.
But you wish you could ignore what happened.
So you do.
But flashback there it is.
No.
No.
No.
Couldn't have happened
Your vision becomes blackened.
And the decision made for you,
Is given light by who.
No.
No.
No.
The word you wished meant something.