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A Voice Unheard...

My life parallels to that of a revolving door,
Inviting everyone in, without my consent
I yearn to escape this continent,
But like a newborn, I'm deprived of my
option to choose,
I'm immobile, like a tree grounded in
its roots,
My feelings aren't considered when I ache
to rest,
She's selfish
But regardless of circumstance, I prepare
for action,
stretch, exercise my muscles,
trim my hair, bathe in perfume,
no dress, my natrual being is to beautiful,
All for an act that degrades my confidence,
I'm important, her protege', a prized possession,
My presence is costly, but guilt in her
confession,
And still my voice continues to be mute,
I'm hurt and swollen from nights of being used,
She injects me with poison to increase my desire,
For his touch, his kiss, to soothe my fire,
I drip with emotion, unconsciously providing
his request,
accompanied by his friends, leaving me to marinate
in disrespect
And this morning...I'm sick,
Waiting for this medicine to kill what they left
behind,
Angered by her actions, numb to her cries,
Because I know tomorrow....
My life will parallel to that of a revolving door,
Inviting everyone in,
without my consent


Author notes

It's a metaphor. I tried to make it easy uncover the diguise of it. Inspired by someone that was once in my life. And yes, it is regarding prostitution.

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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    June 20, 2007

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    I am sorry some of your life was difficult like this. Don't be afraid to admit what you did or who you were, as it was who we were and it made us stronger. I never have been a prostitute and I hope to god I don't have to resort to meassures such as, but I know some people who have and I don't hate them... More do I want to help them and make sure they are safe and their life is on the right track now... Such as yours I hope yours is too.


    • MahoganyFlow
      June 20, 2007
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      Hi! Love the idea of this contest. But this was not about me though. I was about my ex-bestfriend. We fell off because of this situation. But thanks for the opportunity to enter!


  • Ephiphany
    May 12, 2007

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    WoW

    This was a really deep Reading Entry. Nicely Penned, so glad you shared these emotions with us. Gr8 Job
    Ephiphany
    Grand Diva


  • Salt Walker
    May 3, 2007

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    nice i usually really dont like long poems, but this caught my attention. actually i hate long poems, so this was really really good.


  • ZzBrokenHopezZ
    May 3, 2007

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    Wow!

    Great poem I liked it alot! I love how the line:
    "My life will parallel to that of a revolving door,
    Inviting everyone in,
    without my consent"
    begins and ends your poem, that line was interesting and I love it! Thank you for commenting on my poems and good luck in your writing you are very good! I also inspire to be a writer!


  • silent bee
    April 27, 2007

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    i enjoyed this. i love the use of metaphor. it was one you could actually understand, where a lot i have read make no sense at all! you have written a lovely piece here...thank you for sharing it with me! and you said someone who was once in your life? i am just curious as to what happened to her...

    ~bee


  • WriteOrWrong597
    April 27, 2007

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    First of all, I must say I hate revolving doors. *shudder* Anyway, back to your poem... Great metaphors. I hope everything has worked out for your friend, by the way. This was great!


    • MahoganyFlow
      April 27, 2007
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      Thanks! I should've known you already made a comment! lol! Appreciate it!

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