Battered beyond knowledge I can describe,
she lay in a heap of rubble so deep.
Tattered clothes, stained with blood of crimson red,
scented the air with emotions unknown.
Raped of more than sex, her soul lies empty,
with demons for entry’s first chance,
caped with desire, their talons draw fresh blood,
leaving disgust for the entire world.
Her body lay lifeless, her mind a mess,
her heart’s blood oozing on the concrete beneath.
Occurring on no one to cover death,
the blanket of love lies discarded now.
Where those eyes are staring, I do not know,
only, I wish I had places to go.
Author notes
in 2001, i was taken from a park and deposited in a field. to this day, i do not know who did it. i was given more heartache after the jump than you could imagine. this is how i felt afterwards. the healing has, thank God, begun.
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A contest entry
- I Can Not Look - closes late this evening by CarolDesjarlais.
600 points, ended May 1, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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im so sorry for this. i hope you are better and more healed than before. You have my love as a friend, may you feel better. I like this poem. good write.
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I spent 23 years , professionally, workign with those who have suffered such. This poem has faces and names to me. I became able to walk into a group of chidlrenand know, listen toa group speak and knew what was behidn the lines, sit with adults in circles and feel and see the clench of body as they spoke and felt that clench. There are many of us..many.
We are not ever survivors...we are overcomers and thrivers... but one's spirit either withers or wends its way back to help others ..in that there was healing for me.., and my experiences became a gift..
I wish you that gift, my friend.... -
Amazing Poem
Well Viyanna your poem was heartbreaking. Why human beings treat others like this is an outrage and is very disturbing. I will never understand the lack love and compassion in thisa day and age. God Bless her soul. You take care my friend.
Blessings to you,
Sandy
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The words in your poem describe a situation too terrible for words. Each time I read a poem concerning this subject I become enraged. It is unthinkable to me how one spirit can do such horrible things to another. It occurs way too often - every such event is one too many. I pray you did not write this from personal experience, but if you did I wish you strength and many good friends who help you put your life together again. Thank you for creating and sharing. Good luck in the contest. Take care,
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