Your presence a plague
Memories let loose
The memories of the rape
The memories of the abuse
The memories of deaths
Your presence caused me to cry
Memories of tears
Memories of fights
Memories of hate
Your presence caused fear
So much anger
So much discord
Please I beg you
When will you leave
And become a
Distant memory?
YOU ARE READING
Fading Whispers
PoetryA song is thoughts, thoughts are the heart. Well, here is my song, my thoughts, my heart.
