Yellow Brick House

The place nightmares were born from

Yellow Brick House

I can’t breathe.

I can’t see.

I can’t feel.

Everything has stopped

All I can do is walk past as fast as I can.

This is the place my world went black.

This is the place I lost myself.

I never wanted to see it again

Here I am right in front of the yellow brick building imbedded with my previous innocence

I want to run

I want to hide

But you’re always there

Standing tall and standing firm

Forever haunting my mind

Forever a reminder

Forever the place my life changed forever.

You are a building

You are a room with a bed

You are inanimate and sterile

But I can’t see you without seeing him

And seeing his face throws me into that night once more.

I can’t love my love like I want

I can’t be who I want

I can’t express what I want

Because I don’t actually want it

Because I can’t

Because of you, because of that house,

because you raped me.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You took the reader on a sad journey into life and bad people.
"Forever haunting my mind
Forever a reminder
Forever the place my life changed forever."
Some hateful actions can never be forgotten. Thank you for sharing the powerful words and thoughts.
Coyote

[Another Relic]

OW! That ending caught me off guard. I hope this is just a poem, rape is a serious offense by someone who has no control over themselves and no sense of decency....and worse.

[Mr. Lopez]

What you experience in seeing the building is common but the life altering event is unforgivable. Although most cannot grasp the magnitude of its impact on your soul it appears to me that you are seeking and have found a constructive platform for processing these complex emotions. Both graphic and powerful and all too real and thank you being brave enough to share with us.