Sunday, 18 September 2005

My Life
I lay my head back on a pillow each night.
Waiting for the dreams to come flooding in.
Memories of this life, some of a life before
fill every sense; taste, touch, sight.

I dream of my death and that of lovers, waking to find no wounds of a fight.
Not entirely sure what happened or when
the dreams fade until I sleep again.

I lay my head back on a pillow each night.
Memories from my past flood my senses.
A young girl beaten by her brothers, abused by their friends,
screaming with all her might.

I lay my head down on a pillow each night.
Memories of a past unknown fill my senses.
A beautiful women not quite dead on the floor, nine months along
a husband coming through the door.
She tries to fight to stay alive,
warn her lover of what lurks just out of sight.

I lay my head back each night.
Knowing what waits ahead knowing the terror.
I lay back, close my eyes each night.
My lip I bite and shudder in fright.
I lay back as the memories flood back
into my sight.

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