13/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
In the dark of night, he wishes he could forget
The creep of hands, the glow of eyes.
Even now, so long since that first time,
The memories burn though his aged soul.
He shivers at the very thought
Of setting foot back there again;
His stomach turns, his knees grow weak,
And nails dig into palms of calloused hands.
The smell of old man cologne lingers still
And that stench breath on his neck is hot
Feeling it though he is alone tonight
And he dare not close his eyes at all.
For even sleep brings no relief,
Dreams haunting him in waking terror.
Monsters ooze out of shadowed walls
And he is, again, a child with no escape –
No haven safe nor hiding spot
Where they would not find him just this night.
He draws in the air so foul – decrepit –
Recalling every wrinkle and every hair,
And wishing for the world to stop
So he might end this torment he can’t unsee.
Before waking eyes in mirrors harsh,
Staring back at him as through his eyes
A monster he cannot outrun.
He feels the tears, tastes them still,
Forever staining cheeks now old
Yet falling from eyes that are too young
To have known the evil that others do.
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