I see him, in my dreams..
When I wake up I shrink his name.
He wants me every waking hour.
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He killed my spirit-
He broke me in my ways.
Why did I just walk away, when I had the chance.
All of my life, he abused me, all of my life he hated me.
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I was his pawn, his possession, his obsession.
If he couldn't be happy, no could.
I feared him.
I see him, I never saw how evil he had been.
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The wickedness of his words.
The wickedness of his glares.
Only person to see this, is me.
Before he broke me..
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He almost broke me again..
He had others do it in his place..
I thought after a faded away, the memories would to.
They never did who knew.
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No one believed me of his cruelty.
So why say anything.
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I see him in my dreams, will they ever fade away.
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Ah yes, I know something his spirit doesn't, I am a survivor of his lies, and frailty.
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A survivor, of abuse, a survivor who gets back on her feet.
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How do I do this, just wait and see.
About the Creator
Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)
Author, blogger, and in 7 months I will be a mom.




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