The distant echo of following feet,
Teased and tormented my ears.
I didn’t know that tonight was the night
To have listened to my mother’s fears.
He stopped my cries with a rough angry hand
My heart with a plunge of the knife.
I’m not the first girl he’s sent to the grave
For looking just like his ex wife.
Wounds in my flesh matched the wounds in the hearts
of the loved ones that I left behind.
Sometimes the darkness of our crazy world
Can ruin far more than the mind.