![]() My nightmareA Poem by EmilyI find myself falling into old habits, Listening to my dads funeral tape, Rereading the depositions from the lawsuit. HOW did they let me see that picture, What kind of sick lawyer wants to show a 21 year old girl a picture of her father dead in a hole. I still find myself waking up in the middle of night yelling and crying because I still have nightmares of that horrible picture. A picture I will never forget, I was the only one who saw the photo in that room, AFTER our lawyer said the photos weren’t to be shown while we were there. Yet there lawyer played dirty and flipped through the pages so I had to see my dad. My dad, dead, in a hole, with a tank on top of him. This will be my constant nightmare. I’ll never get over this. © 2018 EmilyReviews
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