Nightmare

I have been dreaming again& again,
of the same old treacherous place
from my childhood of course.

It was a tree house built with my uncle,
when i was eight in my favourite spider-man dress.

Later that night while i was in bed,
he came in to wish Goodnight,
except he took a little longer
before he turned out the light.

He had hurt me badly that night,
and i had no clue what to do
as i laid on bed hurt inside& out.
Tears just rolled down my face
while i tried hard not to shout

That torments me now way too often
in my sleep & waking.
There is no escape from that nightmare,
and i would say it is much worse
for that i hear only my silent scream
that i keep buried amongst people in the light of day.