Blood Stained NightgownA Poem by Amber Weldon
In the dark I am vulnerable,
bind and trembling. Memories of the past take a hold of me, haunting my dreams. Back to being little, a blood stained nightgown a broken whisky bottle on the floor. My mind hallucinates my reality, shadows pass over the black. Heart pounds in my ear, I fumble for some light I feel the scars of the past begin to burn. Finally a simple flicker light lets me see terrified of the darkness all that is blind to me.
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9 Reviews Added on April 28, 2014 Last Updated on April 28, 2014 AuthorAmber WeldonAboutI love to write, to me it has always been a way to express myself. Being able to express myself in such a way has gotten me through some very difficult times in my life. more..Writing
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