Dreamy


As I lay here alone,
Cold finger tips and toes,
I remember the feeling I had...
Trapped, in the corner of some dark room...
My back sweaty and cold...
My eyes swollen from the tears...
His long hands swinging that belt so hard,
And all I could hear was it cutting the air,
Like a knife...
All I felt was the horrible sting...
Sometimes on my shoulder...
Sometimes on the back of my neck...
And with each strike all I could do was hope it was
His last...
All I could do was hope for his mercy...

I get chills remembering the way my head was tucked in

Between the wall and my left arm...
I remember looking at the gray wall and the pain was
So
Real I could not scream...

He never said a word to me...
I only saw his face once, but I didn't need to...
I knew who he was by the sinking of my heart,
And the butterflies in my stomach...

I felt young again, but not in a good way...
No, I felt like a helpless child...

By: Gary Forsyth