Unheard Cries of a Child
The pain of childhood
Burns even yet in my soul
Shows still in my eyes
marks of the rage
The ones that show
Alongside the ones that don't
Nightmares that still
haunt my sleep
she stalks me still
As a child I prayed
First for deliverance
Eventually for her death
Neither came soon enough
God was dead
I first learned
hurt and anger
Love was absent
Words cut
like a daggers steel
I preferred the fist
I lacked the courage
To fight
Fear was paralyzing
The years have passed
Yet not a moment
I wait for a call
She is gone
Long after
She should have been
Peace will find me now
I am free
Melody Clark
Copyright 2007
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