When you pinned me to the floor and injected me,
When I woke three days later you had nothing to say to me.
When you sat in your doctors throne and said I would never work again,
That my life would be nothing but pain.
But here I am twenty years later,
Looking at the life I created, nothing could be greater.
She dozes quietly on the sofa unware of everything you did to her father.
For her I’ll seal away the flames of lava,
That still simmer for what you did,
She’ll never have to know,
What I hid.
D Nov 2016