Scars Forming In Your Dreams
They listened
They listened to you cry
They listened to you scream
Fists bloodied from beating walls
Scars forming in your dreams
They never loved your heart
They never loved your being
Their tortured, corrupted souls
Offsetting what they’ve been
All of their hate
The memories of their screams
They never let it go
Until they could unseen
Your life is their excuse
For something to hurt
Exorcise their suppressed selfs
Your minds a toy to pervert
They listened to you cry
Never asked why so much hurt
They listened to you scream
Never realised what they’d been
Goodbye people of this blood
Goodbye now you can’t steer
The path open to me
Will never come back here
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2018
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