The Damned

The Damned Overtaken by a dream; it’s the middle of the night. I started just to pace the floor then I sat down to write. Out poured that old memory I’m just not over yet. Sometimes things happen in a life; life won’t let you forget. I was too young to understand; too innocent to see. The danger of the stranger; and all he took from me. I could have cried out in the night, maybe he would find some other. Sleeping not so far away; what if he found my brother? So I endured the things he did I swore somehow I’d hide. Everything now done to me; what’s broken deep inside. It seems to me. It seems to be, I no longer have a choice. To take this haunting memory and give to it a voice. To cleanse my mind, my heart, my soul This thing I do not own. And somehow tell somebody else; my friend. You’re not alone. Edwin C Hofert