The Curse Of Memory

I can still see the fear in their innocent eyes
While they witness the horror of our family’s demise
An unspeakable violation, an erosion of trust
My piercing shrieks of agony upon every unwanted thrust

A moment of terror so vivid in my mind
Five years later it’s not so easily left behind
It burns and it stings and it lingers like death
I can feel it in my lungs every time I draw a breath

The lack of respect, the absence of love
A tough life that began with an aggressive shove
I was pinned by outright hatred and utter contempt
Will there ever come a time when my gender is exempt?

The distance of time can’t erase the pain of that day
I can’t remain silent when there’s always so much to say
There are many like me who’ll never speak out
The tide must be turned with a collective shout

No one deserves to live with this unrelenting ache
You can only be so strong before your foundation begins to break
Keeping up appearances helps prop up the lie
This mental torture continues and it’s hard to deny

Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
10:40 p.m.

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  1. […] mostly not real) screen siren, Symphony Of Violence arose out of the sadly real Newtown massacre, The Curse Of Memory (an old title that finally found a purpose like Married To Fear) was a follow-up poem to last […]

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