July Twelve by A.M. Torres

I don’t know what happened

It came on July twelve,

In handcuffs I’d been placed

And put through so much hell.

They judged me by assumption

For they just couldn’t tell

They only saw the outside;

Inside, I wasn’t well.

The tears were trapped within me

They’d woken me from sleep,

I couldn’t show emotion

But God I hurt so deep.

I wish I knew what happened

For, I didn’t know,

Now forever ruined

They sure put on a show.

 

A child with special needs,

I struggled while depressed

How easy they came in

And looked beyond the mess.

Never will forget

It came on July twelve,

Alone, sad, and confined

Depression hurts to tell.

Away from the familiar

Where they punished me,

Confused from all they did

Unfair it’s all I see.

Perhaps I’ll never know

It was a lovely day,

There are days I still breakdown;

And die in many ways.

 

© A.M. Torres

TURMOIL

Excerpt from the book “Turmoil”

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14915347_10210758577789019_4066485259844464385_n About the Author

Ana M. Torres also known as A.M. Torres is the author of the book Turmoil, and a few other publications. She was born in New York City, and is the third youngest of seven children. She grew up in Brooklyn, but currently lives in Staten Island with Walter Lewis, and is also the mother of two boys, Jason and Kristofer. She has participated in a few poetry anthologies, and in two poetry marathons.

Visit Ana’s Author Page At: www.ctupublishinggroup.com/a.m.-torres-.html

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