Memories
As the years wear on, I sink into myself wondering if
I'll ever know What made me sick so long
I take the pills
I see the doctors
I suffer the pain
I hear the shrills
How was I to know what lurked in my mind
Not knowing was hurting, But to know, well
Did I want to?
Filing through my memories was scary to say the least
What I was to find was not fit for man nor beast
Infact it was a man in my past
I was to see
This man was there, when I was young,
and hewas hurting me
Now I take the pills
And hope to be much better
But there is no cure for
A baby girl who is hurt forever
Cheryl L. Edwards
Copyright ©2008 Cheryl L.Edwards
Please Read -Disclaimer
I am not a professional poet. I can only offer advice and my personal knowledge on the subject.
1 comment:
Cheryl--it is so sad to read your poems about your Dad and your unfortunate experiences as a child. But there is a beauty in your poetry. I find it strange that sadness can often produce so much good work. It's like a credit against a debit somehow.
Best wishes from a Dad.
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