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[aid] => mick
[title] => Why is HE here?
[time] => 2002-07-26 16:01:25
[hometext] => I was in a bad relationship, VERY BAD, for 3 years. I know that since I was only 13 when I got into this particular mess that some people wouldn't understand the fear that comes from being in any abusive relationship... It's been a year since I finally got out of that situation, only by God's grace really. This poem can only portray a portion of that. I hope that this poem and my other one like this "That Summer" can enlighten some of you on the terrors that a lot of people know nothing about.
[bodytext] => I saw HIM standing there
And the terror coursed through my soul. HE had that LOOK upon his face Etched into his whole Attitude.... That SMUG LOOK on his face Like he KNEW what was causing The terror. My heart to race. He had that gravel tint to his voice When he said "Let's talk outside." But three years had taught me something at least Knowing what was coming, I went to the back to hide In the bustle of the kitchens Amidst the servers and the other help And when my best friend touched my shoulder I did my best to try not to yelp, Or cry, Or let anyone see the pain... I KNEW that I couldn't go OUT THERE Even in THAT CROWD... I'm not insane. Not out there when you have THAT look In the crystal ice of your eyes, Not while there's still all that hatred for me Locked up deep inside. Not while I can still see me Down on my knees... Begging for my life.... Please... don't... not now... PLEASE! Not while I can still feel Those tears crease down my face... Not when I know that it was God That got me out.... helped me to escape. I'm not really as insane As I may look right now... Good Lord my hands are STILL shaking... I think I need to sit down. The AUDACITY of him Coming here when I'm finally almost free of fear.. No... I think I understand the answer now.... To the unstoppable question... "Why is he here?" [comments] => 6 [counter] => 200 [topic] => 31 [informant] => ginsdance [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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