I am not blind but I’m darkness bound,
Heartbreaking cries, but there is no sound,
The shame I carry, was not mine to hold,
But carry it I shall, for there is no hope.
Under the bed, my monster does not sleep,
Beside me he stands as tall as a tree,
Full of bravado and pride, he masks the lie,
that tears me up inside, as I stand shy!
Am I so small and worthless a child?
To share my innocence with something so wild,
If I uttered a word, would they even hear,
I know I must but I live in fear.
Ten years on, the record still plays,
The shame is stronger and the worthlessness has stayed,
I don’t look in a mirror, for fear of what I m
Crashing and thrashing
mind twisting inside
yurning and burning
no way over this tide
pleading and bleeding
its consuming my mind
tormented screaming
im going blind
Fear in my gut
Watching the clock
Butterflies in my stomach
As the time fast approaches
Door opens,
The time has come
To sense the mood
Will he be happy or glum?
Dragged to the floor
My daily regime
Kicked in the head
And listening to screams.
What have I done?
I am only a child
Surely this was not what
God had in mind
Born with brown hair
And brown eyes
A pleasant baby full of smiles
Something I haven't done in a while.
I try to call out, but the sound is not there,
Another punch to the head while he pulls on my hair,
No where to run and no where to hide
All I can do is lie there and cry
How long will it go on, suf
As I fall to me knees,
I feel the cold damp earth beneath me,
My heart near stalls,
As the shock takes over me.
The rain pours from the heavens,
where she soon will be,
My clothes soaked to the skin,
although I cannot feel.
As I stare in trance,
out in front of me,
one lonely tear forms in my eye,
then rolls down my cheek.
I am here in body,
but my soul has left me.
My internal defences take over,
Therefore my heart wont have to believe.
A hand on my shoulder,
and a familiar face
calling me back to
that horrible place.
They place their arms around me,
As they lift me of the ground,
My body still is numb,
and there's pi
Under the tall oak tree is where I stand,
A droplet of water falls to my hand.
I look through the mist towards the man,
Where he rests by the dirt, with a shovel is his palm.
The tree stands so strong, full of its worth,
Its roots drawing life from the nutritious earth,
The farmer fed the sapling giving its birth,
With the rich soil from this plot, now look at its girth.
As he fills in the hole, and scatters the peat,
I am overwhelmed as I fill with grief,
Here lies my son, and it's beyond belief,
I will leave him here, six feet deep.
It's ironic that earth is the symbol of life
Where we bury our dead in times of trouble and s
The fench was up, the wall was strong,
Attraction was there, but trust long gone.
With a leap of faith, you scaled the wall,
Hoping against hope, I wasn't for a fall!
Step by step and brick by brick,
The trust once lost, crept back to stay.
With laughter and fun the days flew by,
Feeling now that loves here to stay.
Its been three years and what a relief.
We are now as one, and theres been no grief.
Happiness is now our main goal.
With all my love, you have the passport to my Soul.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Drop to the floor.
Loud shouting close by.
Heart beating in heavy thuds.
Racing mind to what is next?
What to do?
I am on my own.
Slide down the stairs to reach the phone.
Who to call? Who is near.
Dial the number,
Thankfully a voice answers.
Next a key goes in the door.
At last I am not alone.
My mother is here.
A sense of calm,
I tell her my tale.
As my story comes to a close
The next chapter begins.
An almighty blast sends the windows crashing in
My sisters scream as we dash to the back of the house
Is this knightmare going to end.
Mother investigates.
Dust and smoke fill the front room,
With an eer
It was sad to see the colours fade,
Remembering the happy times we made.
The buds shoot up, and the flowers grow,
In time they too will go.
Ship's sail on and time rolls by,
The question I ask is 'why oh why,
You went this time and not the next?'
You broke something that couldn't be fixed.
I'll keep those times close to my heart,
They are something with which I could never part.
The things you shared were full of Love,
And now you fly high on wings of a dove.
The time we shared was so dear,
I tell you this, so sincere,
'I'll remember you now with that smile on your face,
I Love You, Thank-you, now rest in peace.'
I am not blind but I’m darkness bound,
Heartbreaking cries, but there is no sound,
The shame I carry, was not mine to hold,
But carry it I shall, for there is no hope.
Under the bed, my monster does not sleep,
Beside me he stands as tall as a tree,
Full of bravado and pride, he masks the lie,
that tears me up inside, as I stand shy!
Am I so small and worthless a child?
To share my innocence with something so wild,
If I uttered a word, would they even hear,
I know I must but I live in fear.
Ten years on, the record still plays,
The shame is stronger and the worthlessness has stayed,
I don’t look in a mirror, for fear of what I m
Crashing and thrashing
mind twisting inside
yurning and burning
no way over this tide
pleading and bleeding
its consuming my mind
tormented screaming
im going blind
It was sad to see the colours fade,
Remembering the happy times we made.
The buds shoot up, and the flowers grow,
In time they too will go.
Ship's sail on and time rolls by,
The question I ask is 'why oh why,
You went this time and not the next?'
You broke something that couldn't be fixed.
I'll keep those times close to my heart,
They are something with which I could never part.
The things you shared were full of Love,
And now you fly high on wings of a dove.
The time we shared was so dear,
I tell you this, so sincere,
'I'll remember you now with that smile on your face,
I Love You, Thank-you, now rest in peace.'
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Drop to the floor.
Loud shouting close by.
Heart beating in heavy thuds.
Racing mind to what is next?
What to do?
I am on my own.
Slide down the stairs to reach the phone.
Who to call? Who is near.
Dial the number,
Thankfully a voice answers.
Next a key goes in the door.
At last I am not alone.
My mother is here.
A sense of calm,
I tell her my tale.
As my story comes to a close
The next chapter begins.
An almighty blast sends the windows crashing in
My sisters scream as we dash to the back of the house
Is this knightmare going to end.
Mother investigates.
Dust and smoke fill the front room,
With an eer
The fench was up, the wall was strong,
Attraction was there, but trust long gone.
With a leap of faith, you scaled the wall,
Hoping against hope, I wasn't for a fall!
Step by step and brick by brick,
The trust once lost, crept back to stay.
With laughter and fun the days flew by,
Feeling now that loves here to stay.
Its been three years and what a relief.
We are now as one, and theres been no grief.
Happiness is now our main goal.
With all my love, you have the passport to my Soul.
Under the tall oak tree is where I stand,
A droplet of water falls to my hand.
I look through the mist towards the man,
Where he rests by the dirt, with a shovel is his palm.
The tree stands so strong, full of its worth,
Its roots drawing life from the nutritious earth,
The farmer fed the sapling giving its birth,
With the rich soil from this plot, now look at its girth.
As he fills in the hole, and scatters the peat,
I am overwhelmed as I fill with grief,
Here lies my son, and it's beyond belief,
I will leave him here, six feet deep.
It's ironic that earth is the symbol of life
Where we bury our dead in times of trouble and s
As I fall to me knees,
I feel the cold damp earth beneath me,
My heart near stalls,
As the shock takes over me.
The rain pours from the heavens,
where she soon will be,
My clothes soaked to the skin,
although I cannot feel.
As I stare in trance,
out in front of me,
one lonely tear forms in my eye,
then rolls down my cheek.
I am here in body,
but my soul has left me.
My internal defences take over,
Therefore my heart wont have to believe.
A hand on my shoulder,
and a familiar face
calling me back to
that horrible place.
They place their arms around me,
As they lift me of the ground,
My body still is numb,
and there's pi
Fear in my gut
Watching the clock
Butterflies in my stomach
As the time fast approaches
Door opens,
The time has come
To sense the mood
Will he be happy or glum?
Dragged to the floor
My daily regime
Kicked in the head
And listening to screams.
What have I done?
I am only a child
Surely this was not what
God had in mind
Born with brown hair
And brown eyes
A pleasant baby full of smiles
Something I haven't done in a while.
I try to call out, but the sound is not there,
Another punch to the head while he pulls on my hair,
No where to run and no where to hide
All I can do is lie there and cry
How long will it go on, suf
Under the tall oak tree is where I stand,
A droplet of water falls to my hand.
I look through the mist towards the man,
Where he rests by the dirt, with a shovel is his palm.
The tree stands so strong, full of its worth,
Its roots drawing life from the nutritious earth,
The farmer fed the sapling giving its birth,
With the rich soil from this plot, now look at its girth.
As he fills in the hole, and scatters the peat,
I am overwhelmed as I fill with grief,
Here lies my son, and it's beyond belief,
I will leave him here, six feet deep.
It's ironic that earth is the symbol of life
Where we bury our dead in times of trouble and s
Its my 26th tomoro, and I am chuffed to bits, the gang at my work have just suprised me with a creamy cake and cards, candles n all
I was really embarassed when they brought it out, thnk god they didn't sing.
So I am looking forward to the weekend now, my day has been well cheered up ;-)