Lost

September moon, high in the sky;
Fading memories of an innocent world.
The glow from it’s full face,
Reflects in car headlights.
As they spun around the twisty, quiet lanes.

Wild branches – grab, snatch, touch;
Trees enclose, block the escape.
No where to run,
No one to help.
Silence.

His voice was the ocean,
Crashing against the shore.
Eyes flicker under the disco light.
Cool, dark, intimidating.
His stare was so warm – yet,
Even then it could freeze a soul.

Swift as a fox.
Whispering words of little meaning,
Stealing my conscience away.

September moon,
Reflects my pale face alone.
Fear rages through my mind,
Sorrow flows down my tarnished face,
Weaker, weaker, nothing.

His words so foul now.
His eyes, so threatening,
I’ll remember every line of his face,
Every scar on my form,
Was from his brutal love.

Like veins he covered my body,
Holding me down.
My life, over so soon?
Yet his will last forever!

Caring not for my reflection in every eye.
My pain was not noticed, not natural.
Leaving me to reek and rot,
He disappears.

23rd May 1997