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The Terrible Silence

You took what I treasured, the pain, 
the shame.
The best of you lingered, and the 
worst was surprise.
The silence of that night, with a bitter 
mistake.
My innosence; oh how naive I was.
You have plagued me with darkness.
A rose with sharp thorns.
You build my wall, one to never be 
torn down.
The male presence has me paranoid; 
a feeling you'll never know.
I would not wish this on anyone.
The fear. The paranoia. The doubts. 
A few things I suffer from now.
Anxiety. Depression. 
I'm afraid of my screams and even a 
simple knock on my door.
I'm afraid of my dreams; a hell, a 
reality.
The unpleasant thought of being 
alone, the burden of the dark.
The mistake that caused the flower 
to rot.
Not enough water, the terrible hand 
of a misguided bug.
Lower than dirt, nothing at all.
Return this flower to the soil, never to 
be picked again. 
Stay away for those who don't want 
to suffer the stinging of the rose.

Copyright © Veronica Ortiz | Year Posted 2012

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