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Darlene Costlow Poem
SOMETHING MUST BE WRONG WITH ME, TO LET YOU DO
WHAT YOU DO TO ME. THIS IS SAD PATHETIC, BUT TRUE.
I'VE GIVEN UP CONTROL OF MY LIFE TO YOU.
NOT SURE HOW OR WHEN? BUT IT SEEMS I'M NO LONGER
MAKING MY OWN DECISIONS.
WHEN DID YOUR LOVE TURN INTO ABUSE? WHY DIDN'T I REALIZE
SOMETHING WAS MISSING BETWEEN YOUR LIES..
TO THINK I LOVED YOU AS LONG AS I DID? I HELD ONTO HOPE
THAT YOU WOULD LOVE ME AGAIN.
SOMETHING MUST'VE BEEN WRONG WITH ME? IT TOOK EIGHT YEARS
OF ABUSE FOR ME TO FINALLY SEE, THE HELL I CALLED LOVE
WAS THE FARTHEST THING FROM IT. WHAT I HAD WAS AN INSECURE
BOY WHO NEEDED TO ABUSE, THEN APOLOGIZE, ONLY TO NO SOONER
BLACKEN BOTH EYES...
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Darlene Costlow Poem
WALKING DOWN THIS EMPTY HALL
FEELING ONLY THREE FEET TALL.
AS THE FLOOR CREAKS WITH MY EVERY STEP,
MY BREATH IS GONE, I FEEL NOTHING BUT FRET.
THE WALLS THAT USED TO BE COVRED WITH PHOTOS.
NOW ARE BARE,ALL THAT'S LEFT ARE THE SHADOWS.
LEFT BEHIND ON THE BATHROOM WALL ARE THE MARKINGS
OF SIX CHILDRENS' GROWING HEIGHTS.
IN THE ROOM WHERE DINNERS WERE EATEN
STOOD THE OLD PIANO,WORN AND BEATEN.
FROM FIFTEEN YEARS OF SIXTY FINGERS,
POUNDING THE IVORYS, THE AWFUL TUNES STILL LINGER.
A BROKEN DOWN PORCH, FADED FROM BLUE TO GRAY
HOLDS MEMORIES OF A FAMILY'S LIFETIME OF PLAY
THE TREE STILL STANDING IN THE BACKYARD,ADDED
REALITY TO THE GAMES OF THEIR IMAGINATION.
IT WAS SOMETIMES A HELICOPTER,CLUBHOUSE,EVEN A HELICOPTER..
THAT TREE BINDED THEM WITH GOOD INSPIRATION.
THAT HOUSE WILL ALWAYS BE THE ONLY HOME I'VE EVER KNOWN!!!
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