When Nightmares Return
Return of the nightmares,
They've been inside me so long,
I've buried them burned them,
They ought to be gone.
Yet, come back to haunt me,
Is what they have done.
No rhyme nor reason
Why today they should come.
They heavily weigh
On my heart when they're near,
And frighten me still,
I should have lived past the fear.
Will I ever be free
of that person of hate,?
Who messed up my mind
And opened the gate,
To illness of mind
For most of my life,
When SHE should be suffering,
Have trouble and strife.!
My own baby brother,
Why WAS she so cruel?
He suffered the most.
His body was fuel.
Fuel for her anger,
A punch-bag for her.
And Dad?. He saw nothing.
Clever , manipulative....HER!.
Inside she is vicious and putride,
A woman with no heart of her own,
Yet now there's no comfort for me,
In knowing she ends up....ALONE....
The beautiful house,
How perfect it seemed.
Neighbours believing
That we lived the dream.
A family perfect, going to church,
Always well dressed,
Quiet, good children,
Clothes neatly pressed.
Yet inside the darkest
Recess of my mind,
My brain couldn't programme
Our life of this kind.
I cry for the children
who may be out there,
Who suffer as we did
With no-one to care.
Too frightened to tell,
We'd not be believed
For ALL, by this woman,
Were so easily deceived.
A sweet, smart-dressed lady.
A smile for the world.
Till behind closed doors
The truth was unfurled.
OH! Where was our daddy
to save us from her?
Was he also trapped,?
Hypnotised by HER.
