Existent

Victim

I say that I have forgotten,

to everyone I know,

but forget to mention,

that with each morning glow,

I must toss and turn,

relentless,

and remind myself, over 

and again,

that he's gone now,

that

he can no longer hurt me

yet still feel, his cold hand

 travel upwards

and inwards, 

and still hear my own

muffled cry

but never scream;

 for then regret

fills me, pours out,

between my legs- your open casket,

bury in, your deepest woe,

and leave me grieving for a silent mind

that I have never known.