Still
Hear your voice
Calling me:
"Fucking useless
Piece of shit."
As your blows
Rain down
Upon my body.
Although
Thirty-one years
Have past.
As similar dreams
Haunt my troubled soul
With their corrosive memory.
Since
The final remnants
Of mental walls collapsed
In August 2007.
Plaguing
My existence
Since.
Therisa © 2011
Author's note: It has been almost 6 years, since I last looked at this poem. Not surprisingly, I find myself being triggered by it. I have cleaned up a few of the stanzas, which read rough to me, but otherwise, haven't changed anything else.
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