Like a ghostly memory rehaunting my mind,
Now I am older I see what you did and all your lies,
Nasty, twisted, bitter anger, smell of life,
Hate how you trigger and disfigure me after all this time.

Memories return, stuff I thought was gone forever,
Trying to deal with all this ****, then you anonymous texter.
Hit me when I’m down, only just started to feel better,
Now I can’t sleep again, or dream, back to a bed wetter.

Sleep with a knife by my side, claw hammer and bat,
Because if I saw you intruding again, you’ll get smacked,
See through confusion to see your wrong, protect your back.
What you did was wrong, against the law, that’s a fact.

Why did I enter your head, you contact a ***** past,
Now I’m an adult, you decide you want to play a part,
Twist me even more, you lonely, excuse of your heart,
You and others are hindering my path.

Sick, do you even realise what you did?
Some maybe, but you fit in the category of the sick,
Child abusing, nonse, paedo, take your pick,
Don’t make the excuse that you were just drunk or a bit thick

© Emma Johnson

Dear Lawrence, I have enjoyed our conversation and you have been kind in every direction.

A law-ful person, with reve-rence for what is right and good, with much rich experi-ence, wit and humour in every appera-nce, with such writing elega-nce reflected in every sent-ence, without pret-ence, one with infinite patie-nce, forebeara-nce,  tolera-nce in every insta-nce, without impude-nce or arroga-nce nor annoya-nce, done with arroga-nce and nonse-nce, with laughter like a child in inno-cence, a Man Renaissa-nce and of great significa-nce,  morality's quintesse-nce,  all this you are, dear Law-rence-- everyone is inspired by
your prese-nce!

Sincerely
yours of no conseq-ence
Peter, Melb