The Darkness

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Some memories are better left alone.
Trying to forget the awful things in life.
Things that make the nightmares
erupt from within.

Yet, they will not leave.
Will not just Go Away.
I run and hide, fearing for my sanity.
They smell my fear, slowly sink
into my brain like water through a sieve.

Shall I tell you of long ago times?
Times, that I know are better
left unsaid and forgotten, beside the road.
They call to me and I must answer.
For fear that they will yet again,
lead me into the darkness...

When one is young, life is supposed to be fun,
exciting, so filled with love. To be able to not
know what it is like. For a child to be scared,
of the "real" dark. Knowing that someone,
is coming into your bed. Knowing that no matter
how much you cry or beg, that darkness
never ends...

The teenage years are suppose
to be exciting. Filled with laughter,
and friends. Learning so much.
Experiencing all life has to offer.
Then there are those, who would seek
to ruin even that. Boys who will take
you outta the way. Throw a girl
upon a hard bed. Having his fill of her.
Again the child inside, screams, kicks,
and pleads. To... no avail. The boy
twice her size, laughs and leaves.

Again the darkness transcends. Emerging into
a nightly demon. Sucking the pink outta her cheeks.
Leaving the girl cold, alone, and so fearful.

That same child, grew into a young lady.
How she accomplished this, is yet another story.

Still the darkness calls. She in her infinite wisdom,
has tried to forget the bad times. Although she tries,
yet another darkness, takes over her life.
Married to a young gentleman everyone
likes and respects, somewhat. She can never tell
the world, of the awful things he does, says and
makes her do. He has taken over her life.

Robbing her of all she has to offer, and threw it
beside the road of life. She tries to leave
this destructive life and he prohibits her,
from even using the phone. The car he disassembles.
The kids he treats like servants. She is "stuck" in
this life of a living hell. Nightmares could not touch
this darkness, that has totally taken over her life.

Then one day destiny intervenes. She meets a new friend.
Someone who fills her with hope, and encouragement.
A friend that tries to help her through the darkness.
A darkness he has no clue she has been blinded by,
it seems, her whole life. She then takes the kids and runs.
The darkness waits, lurking, wanting to creep in and
take command of her new life.

The woman is happy and carefree now. At times,
she has a small problem or two. Nothing she can
not handle. There are times though when she
gets upset. Something bad will happen. Something
she just cannot deal with, emotionally. That's when
the darkness starts calling her name. Playing lil mind games,
and tricks on her. Just not willing to let her rest. She tosses,
and turns, as the darkness slowly takes over ....


Some memories are better left alone.
Trying to forget the awful things
in life. Things that make
the nightmares erupt from within.

Yet, they will not leave.
Will not just Go Away.
I run and hide, fearing for my sanity.
They smell my fear, slowly slink
into my brain like water through a sieve...

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Jennifer CJennifer Cover 18 years ago
Oh and P.S

Welcome to Literotica x

Jennifer CJennifer Cover 18 years ago
Harrowing

yet beautiful and deep,

this poems comes from

within, from the soul

and I see such beauty

there. I'm glad she found

the light even if she may

never forget the dark.

Well done!

Thanks,

~ Jenn