Night a Private Hell
Knew, it wasn't right -
his laughing -
while I tried to signal
fear from blind eyes -
cut communication –
be noticed by a bystander.
door latch
higher then me,
listening to shuffle
of his feet –
where could a blind girl
hide in a strange place?
how long before bruises
tangle with insanity?
Afraid to speak out –
a coarse laugh blemished
pigment of the blind,
tears fall covering light -
how trite I must appear?
insignificant, nondescript -
true, he recorded my
every more...
I had to find a passage,
soon.
Hands wrapped - wheels
scrapped on ice - someone
please - read my pain, read my face,
feel cold sweat on my brow.
a friendless world - nightfall
a private hell,
begged for death, to break
his pattern
to melt away as snow.
Nancy Duci Denofio
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