Grave Mistreatment
“Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two, and this story...”
GRAVE MISTREATMENT
Yeah, Doc, it really was a long time ago
But the emotional scars are still there, you know
He came into my room while I was away
And scattered things in complete disarray
Why he chose me, I still question
Perhaps just to teach others a lesson
He moved me to an empty dorm
It was like the calm before the storm
“Welcome to Jenny Barracks”, the note he left read
I'll never forget what that note said
He had classified me as a female ass
A degrading thing, a lowly class
I spent my nights in solitude
I was humiliated and treated rude
Every day, he'd strip my bunk
And call me names – I felt like junk
Tossed aside like a filthy rag
For him to torment, debase, and nag
I felt it my duty to let it go on
In just three weeks, I knew I'd be gone
Nights dragged on in great despair
Why had this man put me there
Then the day of graduation came
But I would never be the same
I left Texas, bound for home
Nights of solitude were finally gone
Forty-eight years have passed on by
Yet I still have nightmares and often cry
To think someone could be so cruel
And treat another like an utter fool
Causing such hurt and emotional pain
When he himself had nothing to gain
Now, Doc, let me tell you this
I live a life that's filled with bliss
I'll not forget those days gone by
But on the nights I start to cry
My tears are never cried in vain
Jesus Christ heals all the pain
I know He hears my every plea
And I thank Him for delivering me
The things I told you made me sad
To tell the truth, they made me mad
But thank you, Doc, for listening to me
Would you care for another cup of tea
For contest sponsored by Brendan J. Simons
This is based on a conversation between a Vietnam Vet and his psychiatrist
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