I wake in a cold sweat thinking of what you did
and of all the nostalgic scars I perfectly hid
of the times passed by whilst counting to six
so you could get your attention seeking fix
the emotional scars they have stuck to me like glue
making it impossible for me to be able to forget you
though I try hard I only have to look in any mirror
as staring back is a woman you filled with terror
unable to withstand your torture she's smothered in gloom
until she's in her final resting place; alongside the new moon.
Such a sad and powerful write.
I'm so very sorry you've experienced this...
Thank you for posting.
2 months ago
Em, are you really going through all these things you mention in your poems?
Like, Em, the poems I write they are about others. Stories of the people I meet in daily life , their pain, love, emotions, but never about me.
Recently, you have written such dark pieces and you keep on writing them, that's why I asked.
And yeah about the gem you just wrote, it's possible that we forget the good memories, but bad memories are unforgettable.
All the torture, the pain once you go through its something not easy to forget no matter where you go, where you hide yourself. Take care.
Em, I can only remotely begin to understand the hell this man put you through. The only thing I can offer in solace is the fact you have survived him and continue on despite his best efforts to extinguish your light. That says a lot about you. Pull strength from.that. Hugs my friend-