Sweet destiny,
kiss the lips of love
and bring them back to life,
just one heart beat
to reflect the warmth I once had inside...
Bitter misery
release the shackles
you clasped around my wrists,
just one second of freedom
I long to feel...
Silent tears
pooling in these eyes,
my body screams
for emotional release-
just a minute to cry...
Tiny words
aching to escape on this page,
they can mean so much
if they can be saved,
but the pen falls...
The insignificant victory
held in secret,
no one notices
the peril
dragging me down...
The storm rages,
so many hurts so many pains,
oh yearning to see the light
to be pure again-
but it's all a sacrifice...
Staggering to reach the answer,
nothing substantial to grasp
in loneliness-
the emptiness
of self worth...
The grim opportunity,
the stolen moment
given only to taunt
these thoughts
with incessant
hate...
Can't remember why
it holds any importance,
the slim resemblance
of fact and truth
tied into the bow of life-
yet it bends...
The brief realization
captured from illusion,
the madness threatens
to take this away again
into the greener pastures of deception...
The melody of sadness
stroked into shocking
appearance,
feeling the stain
absorb through the skin...
Oh the forgotten measure
aching to dispel
the ink blackness,
and to shine with
the innocence
ripped away from identity...
Smoke swirls in the room-
the only answer
to mask the stress
of existing
in this battered form...
Hell took place
on that soft evening,
in the glow of the moon
you made worthlessness
not only just a feeling...
The hot water splashes
across this pale skin,
yet the poison cannot be washed away,
it's deep inside
where you left it
in every dream...
The flashback
of reality...
It doesn't help-
you will never release my soul
from spiritual purgatory...
Shining the light
until you recognize my face
in the mirror this reflection laughs,
from these eyes the tears spill
because it can never be whole again...
Happiness falls short,
the strings fray even more-
they always do
in the stagnant silence of the room
where only the shadows are friends...
Truth dances upon the walls,
the lies stretch forth
and corrupt it,
caught in the web of delusional thought
here once again...
I felt you penetrate,
your pleasured cries
as you became satiated,
and I layed there in my numbness-
a familiar place...
You left your filthy name
in my skin,
I cannot be forgiven,
you were the spider,
I became the fly-
you sucked me dry...
Now only my words can hear my silent cries...
Author notes
I know this piece is extremely long but I had a lot to say on the subject and it helped to get it out...this is one of my more personal pieces to express one of the more horrific things I ever had to endure in my life...It's been years since it happened yet time will not heal the pain of that tragic moment,It eases the sting but never takes it away completely...Unfortunately it will always be a part of me just another scar to add to my collection...It's all done and over with but I do not think the shame of it or self-blame ever will be,as much as I know I had no fault here my soul feels as if I could have stopped it...realistically I know that was not possible I was frozen in numbness,I went away from there while it happened...I gave up because I didn't know how else to respond,and now I live with the memory of it for the rest of my life,it has imprisoned me in so many ways that I don't feel as if I can escape any of it at all,I guess time will tell...Atleast I have my writing to get through the pain in a way...
A contest entry
- Scars Of Memories (Victims of Rape and Abuse)... by voodoo ink.
875 points, ended November 20, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Got an HM You Think Deserves Better? by Paloszoo.
900 points, ended April 9, 36 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Hi. Thanks for entering my contest and good luck! I’ve decided to use a slightly edited version of my friend Arkbear’s grading scoreboard to help me judge this contest. I hope he doesn’t mind. It’ll aid me in organizing my thoughts and judging fairly versus randomly. I hope you enjoy it and find it helpful. Writers with the highest possible points out of 80 will obviously win
Title Appeal: 9.65 - Very dramatic title. Appeals to me, but may give too much information away about your poem content.
Poem Flow: 9.75 - Flow was beautiful. Some lines were a little long, which hindered it a bit.
Depth: 10 - Phenomenal depth. Power and impact are right on. Your words are wisely chosen to reflect deep emotions. I was drawn in and stayed there until the end.
Emotional Impact: 9.85 - I could relate well to this poem, and it brought up a lot of emotion within me. Nice job.
Spelling and Grammar: 10 - Great job!
Punctuation and Caps: 9.55 - Your caps are great. I would've changed some of your punctuation. Also, I would've traded the "..." at the end of sentences for periods.
Presentation: 9.85 - Nice job! Just a little long for my taste.
Personal Appeal: 9.85 - Just my style.
My score: 78.50/80.00
-
It is always a part of us all, the victims of such a dastardly thing...people taking our innocence and leaving us with guilt and pain and scars that stay with us forever...
-
very emotional piece I am sure many will be thankful you have shared your story and see that they are not alone [nor are you]
Thank you for sharing this and good luck in the contest as well.
Tasha
-
Awe dear I am so very sorry you had to endure this. But look at you, still laughing, still loving, still breathing. You are truly a strong person. I know sometimes you may wonder and think you've fallen off of your path, but I think you're doing just fine. You should be proud of yourself. :] It takes a lot to talk about it, let alone write about it. I'm very proud of you.
"The melody of sadness
stroked into shocking
appearance
feeling the stain
absorb through the skin"
Loved it.
Adding your comment:
