So many faces
So many names
I cannot remember the names
Only the faces
Faces of children that haunt my dreams
Women beaten to death by husbands or lovers
I don't remember their names
Just their faces that haunt my dreams
Young lives halted by death
So many lives taken
So many given
And people wonder why I am insane
Watching death come across my table every day
Never knowing exactly what to say
To a grieving parent, spouse or sibling
Quietly I move on
Never lingering long
Pushing it out of my head
But when the night falls and my eyes close
Their faces haunt my dreams....

That's something I understand all too well Poet. Well written.

Yet anothter good one girl.

Wow I am speechless
Incredible !

Have you been inside my head?Another good one CCP, I've been there.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

whoa!!!!---ya inside my head already!---good one, my love

Thank you everyone..its taken a long time for me to be able to write
about my former profession, the dreams and faces still haunt me and I
suppose they always will. I apologize for being so raw sometimes in my
writing , I know its hard to take much less comment on.

Ms Poet you are Awesome,,, you keep
writing and will keep listening...