Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Sep 2013
Haylee VanDeGrift
Fear pushing, pulling, clinging to my mind,
Relentless pushing me to find,
A memory,
One lost but not wanted to be found,
So tired of being pushed around,
I don’t want to know what I have seen,
What I have felt,
But this is the hand that I have been dealt,
The fear pushed to far and the memory has reach out,
Grabbed me before I could scream or shout,
Once again I see him outside my window,
Fear creeps up my body into my throat but I cannot scream,
Step by step he gets closer soon he is walking through my door,
The idea is still too much to endure,
His hands on my mouth saying “shhh it will be alright”
Tears rolling down my cheeks,
Disgusted in myself for being so weak,
A hand on my neck the other somewhere else,
All I feel is pain,
Just want to scream but I refrain,
He won’t stop,
He won’t listen,
In the moon light his evil eyes glisten,
He takes everything away from me at such a young age,
Left a little girl feeling like an animal trapped in a cage,
No use in asking for help or telling my story,
It’s like a horror movie it seems fake and gory,
Too long ago for anyone to care,
Too young to even dare to share.

— The End —