MEMORIES

Vines of screams silenced, still strangle,
from the wounds that bleed within so long ago,
scars of abuse cleverly hidden by lies,
"daddy don't," echoes it haunting memory tones.

Wrapped in a mental cocoon of age's draping,
child's eyes of terror ever faced in the mirror,
suppressed rage boiling over the lips
till one repeats the pain
to other's innocent, trusting eyes.

Passing the baton of hate's brand marks,
generation to generation,
unable to dry or heal the sobbing stains of violation,
tormenting in vision swirls of sadistic specters, felt in streaming,
ghost tears.