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Nine Years


Alice C. Bateman

The rock of pain becoming sand

Slowly sifting through my hand

The tide of guilt recedes a trace

A shaft of light, an open space


Rebirth, traumatic, terror fraught

Nine years, not months, life dearly bought

Hate so intense I wished him dead

Have tried to kill him in my head


Is life for him the hell I've seen?

Has he been down to where I've been?

Nine years I've fought to free my soul

Am I now, finally, near my goal?


Can blood forget? Be cleansed of stain?

Do black clouds father blackened rain?

Forgive, forget, a rape of mind

Years lost forever, left behind


With broken dreams

Like bits of glass

Left shattered, broken

'Neath the grass

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