***TRIGGER WARNING***
Nightmares, questions and trust that was gone
Darkness fell that couldn’t be lifted
My youth was taken, my innocence lost
Further and further away I drifted
The bruises all healed
Physical pain went away
But what I was left with
Still haunts me today
The smell of your breath
The monster in your eyes
The humiliation I felt
Led to tears and lies
I couldn’t tell anyone
The truth about it all
Until I couldn’t hold on any more
I was ready to fall
The nightmares are now gone
The mistrust is still there
Still alone in knowing
Though people are aware
With kids of my own
I’m still haunted by your ghost
Of the innocence at stake
I’m aware more than most
The bruises all healed
Physical pain went away
But the ghost I’m left with
Still haunts me today
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J. Delaney-Howe
Bipolar poet. Father. Grandfather. Husband. Gay man. I write poetry, prose, some fiction and a good bit about family. Thank you for stopping by.
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