I'm drowning
in an ocean of memories.
Things that should be locked away
are sweeping in over head.
My lungs fill
with salty tears of the past.
She screams
as his hand comes down
leaving a pool of red and pain.
She begs
but he never gives in.
She cries
while he reaches for his choice of weapon.
Sadness fills the hallway,
pouring out of a son and daughter.
Mortified by what they have lived with
they plead for love.
But it continues.
These thoughts never decease
There here forever
torturing
tormenting
The floods fill,
and I collapse
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