A rememberance
By Trezure Fenton
I had a vision
of a small girl.
Placed in the past
And why she grew up so fast.
He was one everyone knew
Her mother loved so true
He tormented this girl
Hurt her so bad, I want to hurl.
I see him now, as she did.
This vision of past, nightmares had.
He loved to manipulate and conive
Here I sit, watching, with her eyes.
My vision tells me of the terror
This child pulling her own hair.
trying to stop, not able to run
Wondering; if he'd only had a son?
I see the girl crying
Her mother and sister keeping her from dying
I feel the mental and physical pain
From the monsters fingers lain.
"Why doesn't she scream?" I ask?
But I see the answer through the mask
She fears loosing what she holds dear.
Remembering, I look in the mirror.
I don't remember but I know
No one needs to tell me so
I saw it all happen to her.
But that memory? A BLUR
Sure she denied
To everyone lied
But I know the simple truth
I saw what happened to that girl
Happen to another.
To this day it makes me wonder
Why, just why everyone shunned her
I think I now understand
It's all the fault of one man.
Into the mirror I stare.
Thinking of another, who's past I share.
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