laying in bed, <br />half in, half out... <br />the dream realm just <br />out of my reach. <br /> <br />my window open, <br />the darkness encroaching <br />slowly; <br />I try to encourage the <br />non-existent <br />breeze to wipe away <br />my tears. <br /> <br />laying naked, <br />feeling used. <br />the bruisese darkening <br />on my chest and side. <br /> <br />How can your “love” hurt so much? <br />How can you dare call this love? <br />Why did you do this? <br />Why do I let you? <br /> <br />Finally sleep takes me <br />away; pain fades; <br />a minor throb in the <br />back of my mind. <br /> <br />No more pain. <br />No more fear. <br />It’s over. <br />You have no <br />power over me. <br /> <br />I embrace the darkness. <br />revel in the black. <br />It’s over. <br />No white lights. <br />No angels to <br />lead my home. <br />Just blackness. <br /> <br />My breath leaves in a puff. <br />It’s over. <br />My body relaxes. <br />I guess he hit <br />one to many times.<br /><br />Dolan Doran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abuse-31/
