PoetrySad Poems

Nightmarish Tales

I still hear her desperate cries
The echoes come to my dreams every night
I still see her frightened eyes
Their intensity remind me of sorrow’s might
I still think of the obvious lies
The ones she told every time they had a fight
I still remember watching my mother die
Watching as she bled out, blissfully ignorant to her plight
I still smell the blood that spread out for miles
Staining dark her dress that once was a sparkling white
My father had made her cry
And just like that, she had disappeared from my sight.

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