Ya Know
Each visit was looked forward to,
Always new flavoured sweets,
For me to chew.
Whether it was chocolate,
Or Haribo,
Anything will do,
We were desperate ya know...
We went to the park.
On the swings,
Until dark.
When I wouldn’t show.
I was scared ya know…
He always came round,
And made nice dinners.
Though in the background,
A cast of sinners.
Objects he’d throw,
But I kept it quiet, ya know…
He kept us safe,
So it looked.
He was our raphe
Although was brooked.
He would always come,
But never go,
It was just accepted, ya know…
Locked in the bathroom,
Just want to cry.
I must stay quiet,
Must lie.
Always, now, feeling so low,
It will all be fine..., ya know…
That lonely feeling,
No one to help you,
No time for healing.
Hide the shade of blue.
The days get more slow,
You’re giving up, ya know...
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April Willcox
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