You hit me and hurt me,
forever in pain,
you laughed at me and spat at me,
for crying again.
As I climbed this mountain,
you're the devil on my back.
Lent forward and gasping,
till everything goes black.
But no; I can't stop,
as you hit me once more,
I'm not allowed to finish,
till I finish this chore.
Crawling, and hurting,
wanting everything to end.
Wishing it were over,
I break, and didn't even bend.
I stand, and you fall away,
my cuts and welts burn,
you're gone, so there's a grace,
my only hope, you'll learn.
Though you never hit me,
you actions cut me deep,
now I seldon cry freely,
but barely contain a weep.
Now it's nearly over,
my cage soon unlocked.
It'll finally be over,
all the way at the top.
A contest entry
- Titles or Word Bank! by Sukrit Raman.
540 points, ended June 23, 2007, 13 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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great
It's really emotional and a great read. You'll have to teach me how to write decent poetry Shell !!
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