My mind takes me away from here To a place to far away. No one can see or hear me scream, As I am taken away.
I cry and beg to go back home Bu No is being shouted. "No, no, NO!" I cry and beg and plead and scream, He then rests between my knees. The wire cuts, the slaps, they bruise. The gunshot wound bleeds.
A knife is held to me as he ruts above me. Treating me like a common whore. I cry silently, for fear of death, Unable o move my hands. The wire binds me behind my back My legs to stakes in the ground.
He finishes and cuts me free, Throwing me in the back. He drives away with me in there, hitting my head Each time he turns.
Now out in the rain I compose this prose, crying, Wishing I were home. Away from him and this pain. Please, tell me what I did wrong. </nightmare>
Okay I got sick and tired of the same ******** nightmare, reliving that night over and over. So I poemed it and posted it here. If you know what this is about or what is taking place in this feel free to leave a comment. If not, just comment on how well a poem it is then.
Midnight Serenade · Sat Jan 15, 2005 @ 07:31pm · 11 Comments |