His icy unforgivable fingers wrap around my heart
I try to run, I have no breath
My mind is gone, numb, concentrateing only on the run
Failed without question
As he beats my body, my soul
Gone, he robs my divinity
Gone, he steals away my light
Gone, my heart, my soul, all gone
Scars race up my back
My arms, my face, my legs
All painted blue and black
No longer do I shed a tear
No point in such a pathetic passion
Gone, alone I can barely stand
Pitiful!
Pathetic!
Why couldn't I run faster?
Why couldn't I make him stop?
I am weak
I deserve my damaged state
Gone, he robs my divinity
Gone, he he steals away my light
Gone, my heart, my soul, all gone
Gone, all gone
Author notes
I chose option number (1) and I am sixteen
A contest entry
- CALLING ALL TEENAGERS...... by InfiniteCaitlin.
800 points, ended June 9, 2008, 23 entries
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Comments
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So sad and heart felt read
I feel such sadness for the young people today unknowing that they are the only ones who can stop this cruelty they should tell the world the police the newspaper the schools the neighbors let the world know and be placed in a safe place in life .I cry for the children
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I like the flow of this poem. It has feeling. I feel you should work on your vocabulary though it is very limited. there is great passion in this poem it just isnt presented in its full potential. Good write.
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