Gone but...

I still smell you in the dark;

A combination of Gold Leaf fags and stale sweat.

Lungs cringe and throat tightens,

Until I notice my own shallow breaths.

I daren’t close my eyes in case I see your face;

A combination of brown lifeless eyes and sun-beaten skin.

Pulse racing and blood pumping,

Until I notice my own panicking heart.

I can imagine your voice approaching;

A combination of seething rage and impending threat.

Muscles tense and body curls foetally.

Until I notice my own self-angry shame.

I am haunted by your ghost;

A combination of unanswered questions and no closure.

Frozen emotions and arrested love.

Until I notice me and you are actually dead.

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Robert Mann

Wed 13th Jan 2016 20:55

Thanks again Vicki.
Memories can haunt us all, but when a childhood is stolen,
especially by a parent (in this case a violent father) they can last longer than the person responsible. He died 20 years ago now, and I had not seen him in the preceding 16 years, but his ghost is still somewhere in my head - see 'Memories of Mum and Dad' and 'In a Box'.
Any abuse needs exposure to enlighten others to the effects, but also to highlight the perpetrators to potential future victims.
Stay safe. xx

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Vicki Ayers

Wed 13th Jan 2016 17:24

As Martin says - it's a subject people need to hear about - & I agree getting it down on paper is something that really is cathartic - don't worry about me I'm well into my recovery - it's a brave thing to share - I applaud you x

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Robert Mann

Wed 13th Jan 2016 13:51

Thanks very much Martin. I appreciate you spending the time to read and comment.

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Martin Elder

Mon 11th Jan 2016 22:45

Well said Rob. A good poem on a subject that people need to hear about. As Vicki says thanks for sharing .

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Robert Mann

Mon 11th Jan 2016 13:31

Thank you Vicki.
Sorry if I touched the wrong nerve or memory, but getting stuff liked this on paper?? is proving cathartic to me at the moment.
Again, thanks for commenting - I don't think a lot of people can be bothered!

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Vicki Ayers

Sun 10th Jan 2016 19:28

Rob - powerful words & ones I'm afraid I can identify with - well written & thank you for sharing x

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