He haunts me.
I hate his face.
It's been ten years...
I could still
pick him out of a crowd.
I can still see
the empty brown eyes
looking at me watching me.
I can still hear
his words ringing in my head
like he's standing there behind me but...
its been ten years...
he's on the other side of the country he's no longer a threat.
Tell them that....
Tell the words
the voices
that he has no power.
Convince the memories to fade because it has been ten years.
And still to this day
I can't sleep if someone else is awake.
I can't sleep through the night because I terrified..
it'll all have been a dream
I'll be right back there
too scared to breath.
Too tired to fight....
too broken to care...
and I know...
I will not survive a second time.
It's been ten years...
and he still haunts me
I still look over my shoulder.. waiting for him to appear
like he said he would.
It's been ten years...
I still remember the day he left.
I remember the last words he said to me
they play over in my head
like a reminder..
taunting me.
"I'll see you later" He said..
before I walked out the door to see a friend.
I remember..
crying for hours because I won.
I remember..
the next five years of night mares...
sleepless nights...
haunted by this voice.
But its been ten years...
I should get over it...
I should be better.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoetryThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
