In My Bed Every night, I sleep alone, In my big four poster bed, The tears trickle down my cheek, At the thoughts inside my head. I pray to God to let them ease, And to give my cluttered mind a break, For the wretched memories of the past, Are terribly hard to shake. Though many years have past Since the true nightmares began They emerge each and every night, Haunting me over and over again. My body feels the harsh stabbing pain, Making my mind relive each kick and punch, The dire pain exploding like bombs to my nerves, At times it is really just too much. I toss in bed, trying to obtain A sense of comfort and ease, Til the searing pain jostles my emotions, And all the memories are released. No one deserves to endure all that I have, The nights of bleeding, torment and hurt, Covered in bruises all over your body, And bloodstains soaking through your shirt. I detest the darkness of the night, When all the nightmares and terror returns, The feeling is overwhelming and dreadful, As the nerves in your stomach grind and burn. Each night I pray for peaceful slumber, I pray God wipes the memories away, Perhaps I am to somehow help others, That are going through the same hell today. Still, to my mind it troubles, The raw memories that never die, Even with the passing of time, Still in my four poster bed I cry. Patricia Shelor 4-19-2013
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 04:01:39 +0000
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