in the shadows of my memorys keep,
a place where nightmares never sleep.
a child, i was, so small and frail,
locked in a silence, a living jail.
hands that hurt, voices that lie,
a trust betrayed beneath the sky.
the world was dark, the nights too long,
a melody of pain, a haunting song.
i remember the room, the cold, the fear,
the whispers close, too loud, too near.
my innocence stolen, by a cruel thiefs hand,
it left me grasping to understand.
every touch, a scar so deep,
that buried dreams and stole my sleep.
i grew up fast, but inside im torn,
a life forever stained, forever worn.
they told me to forget, to let it go,
but how can flowers in darkness grow?
the past still lingers, a ghost, a chain,
a wound that festers, a soul in pain.
i am that child, though years have passed,
innocence lost, the shadows cast.
a story written in silent screams,
a life unraveling at the seams.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
