Keri
Sweet dreams and memories of days long gone; .Remembering my life and loves gone wrong.
I can't go back there's so much to replace,
My dreams become reality that's hard to face.
A secret so horrid that sacrificed my youth;
No-one wants to hear or believe my truth.
Most never ask or stare in disbelief;
Just listening and caring is such a relief.
Maybe I was born to be plain white trash,
To be taken for granted and burned to ash.
A survivor of Incest but still victimized by all;
So many to name and so few to call.
Should I start over, renew my life again?
Move to a new town? Look for a new friend?
To know her before a picture of perfection
Look in a mirror now I see another reflection;
I ask her to speak she remembers his lies,
She wants to tell all but then only she cries.
Keri Jopplin
1990-current
Copyright ©2010
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