Trust the process
That's what they say
But what they don't know
Is when nights turn to day
When the rain starts to pour
And there's no more fish in the sea
When all I wanted
Was just to be free
3 weeks turned to months
The months turned to another year
Sitting here warm
But shivering in fear
All hope was lost
In a world so cold
The shadows grew dark
Just doing what I'm told
My mom would cry
I'd see on the news
My dad made vigils
While I got abused
They tried their hardest
But the dust got thicker
The walls were plain white
And the light bulbs would flicker
My mattress was stained
He wanted me as a wife
But as my chains would clang together
I would try to remember my old life
I escaped through a gate
With an open so I peak
I panted for breath
As I ran faster I felt my life becoming less bleak
No more blood lost
More food on the table
Although everything was better
I still panic when I see a cable
I remembered the dark room
With the white walls
Where the mattress was stained
Where water never falls
Where I was forced to be his
Where he took my light
Where I had no more hope
And no more fight
I'm in therapy now
She says I'm getting better
But I will never forget the days
the man sent me the letter
“I miss you”
It said the words were small
“I'll meet you in heaven"
I got lightheaded so I pulled over a stool
"Me and you"
It read but my mouth was dry
“We will be together again”
“But for now I shall bid you goodbye”
My hands were shaking
A feared look on my face
I gulped seeing more
My heart began to race
“A train will come at midnight tonight”
“I will lye on the tracks so they don't catch me my dear”
“I love you” the man said
And the words still linger in my ear
- Author: Chick (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 30th, 2021 14:39
- Comment from author about the poem: PLEASE NOTE: this is just a short story only half of these events are based on Natasha kampusch true crime case
- Category: Short story
- Views: 45
Comments2
A haunting and mesmerizing poem, evangalinefrances, so well written. You expressed the horror, fear, and maybe a little bit of hope very well. The ending is stunning. Kudos
Scary to read but just had to carry on very good.
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