The Victim

Another night of solitude Another vacant dream A pain that wanders through my soul But will not let me scream A frightened child lives on in me And takes away my will. It burns me with its memories And makes my heart grow still. I shoulder check the room at night And I’m afraid to weep. I’m so afraid someone will find This secret that I keep. I learned the most important thing Is to self isolate And there’s a shadow deep in me That I have learned to hate. Don’t touch me with those platitudes. I know it may seem strange But you have not walked in my shoes. For you I’ll never change. Pam H. Murray