Anniversary In HellA Poem by Chris Smith WelshpoetcsJuly 24th 1997, and I still hate it The thing that it left with me A decaying piece of charred meat That will never belong to me Something I continue to abhor I still can not accept as mine
The hatred should be at them Because they took it away Killed what was my life Destroyed everything I knew They ignited the flame That devoured my flesh
Not knowing what happened But the nightmare still remains For three months I suffered So much in this World Seemed also to be happening As I faced a hospital bed
Wet Wet Wet did a version of Yesterday Princess Diana died that August My partner rarely came to see me I found myself using a wheelchair Terrified by horrible dreams Where they still came for me
Then came the time to go home I feared about leaving the safety Of a place full of caring nurses But that day would arrive Having to live with the shock When I first saw what was done
Home, finding out she cheated Slept with a family friend Her reason was so simple She didn't want to sleep With the way I was disabled Not able to accept the leg
So I drank, almost attempting suicide Anything and everything I took But it never blocked it out Still she found other lovers My children gave me reason To keep on living each day
The writing became my therapy Finding the release through words Giving freedom to those feelings Some I thought were forgotten Still finding it harder to cope It was not mine, take the leg away
So what did these years bring me? Apart from refusing to want this scarred monster That seems to be attached forever to my soul A bitter memory etched in torment and pain Each anniversary is a walk through Hell Where everything was a ripple effect
If I had stayed home on that night Then this would not be my fate Part of me is in fear of that For would this poet had been born? Created from the flames of agony To try to find himself in life
Partners have come and gone Sanity was almost lost at times where I dwelt in my own fantasy Refusing to accept what was real It cost me a treasured friendship But I learnt the value of that lesson
For seven years I have not drank But have suffered the edge of madness I almost lost this woman, close to me now She forgave the strangeness in my mind Now she makes me stronger each day But the Anniversary in Hell nevergoes away
copyright Chris Smith 2012 (Bearing a tortured soul) © 2012 Chris Smith WelshpoetcsReviews
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12 Reviews Added on July 25, 2012 Last Updated on July 25, 2012 AuthorChris Smith WelshpoetcsCardiff until 2004, then Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire, United KingdomAboutStarted writing in 1997 after a horrible attack, I found it theraputic and wrote a range of poems and short horror stories. Started sharing on the Web firstly with Yahoo 360 in 2005, then sites on .. more..Writing
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