Nightly

Just as it always does
The dream begins with you
I'm reminded of my grudge
My mind rewinds me to my youth
All of those things that you did
I hope you are ashamed of yourself
I was nothing more than a helpless kid
I came to you for help
But I am now undaunted by your past sins
I am no longer a helpless child
The mental prison you enslaved me in
Only held me for a little while
I've been free for quite some time
But never will I be able to forget
The scars you inflicted on my mind
Are so much worse than the physical ones you left



Poetry by Steven Sabula
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Written on 2007-01-08 at 14:29

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Phyllis J. Rhodes
A sad tale at first read, too often shared by many. But hope is here in these words, hope and a growing wisom and freedom. I appreciate your willingness to share this part of yourself and you have shared it in an understanding way that many will be able to relate to. Good writing and good sharing.
2007-01-08