A Recollection of Childhood, Physical Abuse

Little eyes watch from afar.
Through the foggy window, of the car.
Small fingers

We vowed to love through the good and the bad,
We had it all then, our love was pretty ironclad.
Trouble started with

WHY DON'T YOU RUN?

I have seen our bruises
I heard your cries
But you stay for more
Why don't you run?

You hide the bruises
Beneath

Wilted Rose

Such a Little Price To Pay

For a pretty little rose

Strangled & Beaten

But nobody needs to know

Its

Shaken Still

I sit here on shore
by my sea of regret
drowning in memories
I'd die to forget

Passing out life-lines
to me back