I Am Not Her
I cower in the endless night Tortured by the beast in sight I’m screaming loudly from my fright Yet no words on my lips take flight The beast is towering over me And the anger is his eyes I see He refuses to let me be free But yet pretends that I am she I speak to him and try to ease I talk softly, I try to please I beg as I drop onto my knees But he merely ignores my pleas He talks to me about being pure How he loves me, and he is sure That he cannot find a single cure But how can he? When I am not her.This is very different from anything I've written before. But it came to mind. Written January 24th, 2002 © on Jan 23 2002 05:38 PM PST, Teresa 0 • 10
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"I cower in the endless night..."