Survivors Poetry

Poem 1

The curdling shriek of this small child,
Behind the misty screen.
Lies the face of Hell whispering to her you must not Tell.
These words start chasing,
Kill YOU, Kill YOU,
If you do…

Confusion and Doubt,
What is this all about,
This twisted pact of secrecy,
Confrontations, Disclosures Too.
What lies ahead
Behind this wall,
Is this Frightened
Quivering small child,
Staring back at you.

Poem 2

Why did you have to be so cruel,
And why did you have to use those Tools,
The way that you used to behave,
Whilst Abusing me on the Graves.

It’s our special Game.
That’s what you would say.
Then you put your hand in your pocket,
I looked away.

Poem 3

The scared face where the hot oil has burned his skin,
The w***** out stretched his hand for me to hold.
Burn in hell that’s What his is told.
His grovelling, his forgiveness, as he cried out in pain, his whispering of my bl**** Name.
All these Years You’ve tortured me.
Is finally coming to an end,
You bent, sad p**** who stands so tall,
You really are pathetic and full of s***.

It’s time to read some of my past,
The past I long to leave me alone.
It’s time to cry and let my anger go
And learn to say, to shout NO.
No need to feel afraid anymore,
Just read through my work and work it through.
I am a Survivor,
And I’ve come through.

Poem 4

Scream, I opened my mouth,
But nothing came out,
Not even a squeak,
Or even a shout,
I wanted to run,
But legs were too weak,
To get away, away from this creep.

I don’t know why, he made me stand,
Upon the Graves,
While he used the objects
Then his hand.

The barbed wire is enclosed around,
As I starred at the concrete ground,
A tall dark cloud, Came upon me that day,
And took my security far away,
A dream that into a Nightmare of hell,

That is why I find it hard to tell.

Poem 5

Take down your weapons, no need to hide away,
My fear is slowly fading away, from the horrors that have laid with me.
The air isn’t tight like it used to be, just bearable to breathe.
The explosion of Anger lays beneath the mist that covers the floor, not as
strong as before.
Her blood is starting to flow once more, the hard ice is melting the crystallised
molecules that lay upon the floor.
He was the controller, while I was the toy, wind me up watch me perform the
sadistic perve twisted his mind look anywhere to see what he could find.
Open your mouth scream as loud as you can, but nothing comes out, not
even a squeak to call for help, searching through the mist thick mist in front of
you.
Look behind what do you see nothing, so I must be free, no sign of him
behind me.

Poems by Nichola