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