More very old words of a past left far behind…
Folding in
Folding over
Looking out
Looking on
Loosing me
The spite in her eyes… So unremitting…
She hates me… She hates me…
Mother’s cold eyes cut deeper than blades,
As her words shred, leaving me in tatters
Helpless to the onslaught when her rage strikes
Getting lost
Falling under
Ground up
Spat out
Left behind
The mistake of reaching out for help…
Who was he to touch me?
Betrayed when trust should rule
Secrets, shame to cap the pit
I am become nothing
Lost… alone
Falling… pain
Failing hope
Forgotten
I’m Worthless
© 05 September 2015
by D. Denise Dianaty
