Survivors Poetry

Why
1/12/06

Hands shaking,
Floor boards creaking,
Heart racing,
But everyone’s sleeping.

Eyes lay shut,
Your footsteps at the door,
Silence shortly cut,
You breathe haunts me at the door.

The silence moves closer
“It’s only me,
Its dad, you safe”,
My abusé.

Your touch and scent,
Never ending time,
The thought to know
No ones turn but mine.

What did I ever do?
To deserve this pain
How does it make you feel?
What do you gain?

Tell me how this makes you feel?
What goes on inside your head?
Why forever more I find myself,

Lay defencelessly on this bed.

By A Survivor