What i saw

What I saw;

Those eyes
once human,
from some other place,
of hell and murder.
No mercy.

That face,
once my father's,
now a savage beast
wanting only murder;
wanting only
that I should die.

What i smelled....

Stale tobacco,
rotting teeth,
rancid beer,
sharp stinking hatred;
that familiar reek
of dominance
and contempt

What i felt;

Burning drops of sweat,
sour spittle on my face.
Those giant hands
around my fragile throat;
squeezing,
squeezing,
too hard,
too long.

What i knew;

I was dying
at the hands of this imposter.
He who stole my father's shell;
this one who came from hell
to take my life away.

What i saw;

The tunnel closing in
to a bright white pinpoint.
This was it,
life was over,
I was dead

Or so i believed.

What i saw;

Upon awakening
a large stark shadow
looming ominous and dark
in that doorway.

What I heard;

Don't say anything....
or else !
in as stony cold a voice
I've ever heard.

What i knew;

I would never speak of this
or other acts of horror;
seen and heard there,
in that place I knew as home.
I would speak no more
of what I saw then,
what I heard then,
what I smelled then,
what I felt then.

I would not speak of anything
that could ever lead me back
to the brink of that fearful place;
I thought I had been cursed to
for eternity and beyond.

Most of all....

I would speak no more
of anything at all.