ECHOES

The echoes from past times

Of mental and physical crimes,

Haunt the chains I have made

Since my childhood was betrayed,

Echoes interrupt my being,

Constantly in my head,

Like a film I’m seeing,

Played and replayed,

Always bubbling away

Waiting to invade.

Echoes beat in my heart,

Drowning the love, you give me,

Unless I rewrite my history,

The echoes of the past

Will destroy us

Shatter us like Glass!

Escape

ESCAPE !

  Heart gently captured,

Love grown ,nurtured

Contact flesh to flesh,

Voices lively and fresh,

Physically alive,

   Thoughts allowed to thrive,

Escape not an option !

Honey moon finished

Love diluted, diminished,

Contact sporadic,

Voices but only periodic,

Physically dying,

Mentally inside crying,

Escape not an option !

Relationship illiterate,

Self esteems obliterated,

Contact only bone to bone,

Voices screaming in angry tones,

Physically battered,

Thoughts, mentally splattered

Escape not an option!

The final straw broken,

Bruises the only token,

Contact not an option,

Less talk, more action

Physically drained ,

Only one thought now ingrained,

Escape is the only option! 

The Source 1862 By Gustave Courbet

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