Prisoner Of The Past

by Fighter (Ariane L.)   Aug 16, 2005


Shattered, I lay on the floor.
Memories of that night flood my mind.
I scream, trying to chase them away.
Yet, no matter the screams, they never fade.

My frantic cries, my endless shaking.
Haunted by memories of the past.
I look at my arm, three scars stare back.
Fighting the urge to bleed my sadness.

I lay on the floor, frozen with fear.
The scenes replay in my head, over and over.
His hands holding me back, prisoner.
The pleasure on his face, ignoring my pleas.

Like a movie, the scenes replay in my eyes.
I try to push them away, yet they never fade.
Haunted by nightmares of the past,
I lay, frozen, unable to fight the urge anymore.

© Fighter

*i stopped cutting, yet the scars on my arm are a constant reminder of the past. "We forget the things we want to remember, but remember what we want to forget"

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  • 19 years ago

    by Mark

    Brill poem! 5/5 and im glad that its in the past, not present *thumbs up* and this is very true.

    "We forget the things we want to remember, but remember what we want to forget"

    love mark xxx

  • 19 years ago

    by ScarletHaze

    wow another brilliant poem hun keep it up xox

  • 19 years ago

    by zay

    that kicks ass poem i like i us to cut my self so i relate i enjoy read n

  • 19 years ago

    by skyfox

    another very touching and well written poem. Keep up the great work. You have such a great talent