Fire dances around us like the light from the sun...
a shame the sun has died from our earth altering fight
you say I'm weak and worthless...
so this is were I prove you wrong
I fight until my limbs are weak and lungs are sore
I stare at you with my weak and broke eyes...
you stand there laughing at me as though...
I am weak....
what was I thinking....
challangeing you...
the one who was always better...
always stronger...
beating me down every chance you got...
and here I stand broken and bleeding...
unable to go on
father...
NO!!!
I will kill you!
I can feel it now...
why you always hit and abused me...
this inner strength...
why you always called me a freak...
an outcast...
I thought I was schizophrenic...
but no....
what I feel now explains it...
Its not voices from myself...
but from what sleeps in me...
my true calling...
my demon...
I run at you with all my might...
beat you down...
break your limbs...
I stand over you now...
laughing at you...
taunting you...
I feel unbeatable now...
Time to die!
*gasps*
but...I...was....so...close...who...?
I turn and I see you...
holding the blade I always threatend you with...
my brother standing there with the blade in my back
I turn back to father and say...
"Another time old man..."
I bash my brothers skull open and run as I see my death aproching
I run...
to the depths of the darkness
I will return
And you will die...
another time...
A contest entry
- Pain, Without Love. by La Tua Cantante.
425 points, ended April 13, 2007, 36 entries
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Comments
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chuckie, i know your father is abusive, but please don't do anything too stupid. i would hate for anything extremely bad to happen to you. you gotta remember, he's an alcoholic, you piss him off too much and he's going to kill you. i know this probably sounds stupid, but i've seen it happen. so please, just be careful.
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Good luck in my contest, I've commented below.
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I enjoyed reading this poem. And I'm sorry for what you have went through.
You have so much anger for your brother & dad.
This is an extremely good expression of your emotions, & feelings for them.
My favorite part would have to be;
"Its not voices from myself...
but from what sleeps in me...
my true calling...
my demon..."
Keep on writing these awesome poems,
& I hope things get better for you, although,
forgiveness doesn't really work in these kinds of situations.
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