I lay awake at night trying to avoid sleep,
Terrified of the nightmares that invade my dreams.
Horrible pictures is steady replaying in my thoughts,
Making me to afraid to even close my eyes.
I could see if they were fictional pictures that I'm seeing,
But it isn't. The images is very much a part of my reality.
I still remember her lying there looking at me.
Her eyes are begging for help but, her mouth is refusing sound
As the tears run down her face blending in with the blood on her lip.
Her blouse ripped to shreds, breast clawed into by this animal.
Her womanhood is been taking away by this creature that I once loved.
I still see her fingernails clawing deeper and deeper into the sheets,
As his sweat drips on her once virgin skin.
Every stroke that he makes is taking a piece of her innocence away.
How could he do this to her, my best friend, my own sister, his own daughter.
Why aren't I moving trying to get him off of her, why is this fear controlling me?
Is it because I'm to afraid to get beat with his belt again,
Maybe I'm just glad it isn't me that he is doing it to this time.
It wasn't always like this, it got worse after momma die.
At first it was only me and her that he beat on molested,
But she left us, she overdosed on some sleeping pills to avoid his pain.
Leaving us behind for this monster to beat on and rape.
What a selfish act if I could say so myself. If it was me I would've killed us too!
I wish that he was dead, I wish that someone could hear our cry,
I wish that I could live without anymore misery, I wish
Craig Mize
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misery-46/
