Heart drifts off again, the pain ever so real.
Upon the edge of insanity, I can no longer feel.
Gurgling on the crimson flow, to my knees I fall
Begging for some release, to the skies I call…
Lost.
Broken.
Alone…
Eyes can barely see, the visions no longer clear,
You struck and struck again, until I lost to fear.
Trembling I begged of you, please, not today.
Your hands of fire, thrashing, stripped me away.
Why?
How come?
Where are you taking me?
Leading me by long brown hair, you whispered “I love you.”
Looking back in eyes of blue that tormented the life I knew.
At the wall in the basement, is where you tied me up,
Beaten me with such passion, all pain claimed my cup.
Empty.
Unfulfilled.
Destroyed.
Within the dark you left me, alone, shivering, dead.
All emotions barred from my being; layers have now been shed.
Stumbling up the stairwell from hell, I have reached the top,
Hands of promise are outstretched, yet I have to stop.
Is He real?
Does He understand?
Who exactly can love me?
Questions are being answered, as I survive another day.
Within the darkest of shadows, a hand had made its way.
I am an angel of pure light, mans violent hands didn’t make me,
By the hands of a Guardian, His love releases the shadows I see.
Feelings alive
Passions restored
Strength is being shared…
Author notes
A contest entry for:
Love,Depression,Sorrow,
I want something dark about love depression or sorrow...or all three if you would like!
In life when one is abused and beated, or even raped, we seem to beome, sad, empty, depressed, scared. So many emotions entwine. We seem to have fallen in love and eventually for odd reasons we become thinkers of this is the way its suppose to be, it is NOT the way love is suppose to be. Love is suppose to be understanding, caring, respecting, cherishing..there for one another.
This type of lifestyle eventually leads into a depressed state where our minds trigger off and insanity starts to rule our thoughts..Are we good enough for anyone, why cant anyone love me for me..pity? Perhaps, but for many its the way of life. Beaten represents, unfulfillment, undesireable, ect.
Many thoughts many reasons, many explanations...only the one whose traveling these roads understand.
In the end, I say this, if you or somone you know are being abused please seek help. Get out before its too late. Get out before it cost you more then bruises and pride, get out before it costs you, your life or those around you.
I lost a child when I was 7 months pregnant, Anna, was brought in the word premature due to a beating I received, and was in my arms for a mere few minutes before she passed away. I stayed with my abuser for 13 years before walking away. Dont judge me for staying, you dont know the reasoning or the extent of what an abuser can do. Their actions vary.
The last straw was when he strucked my first born after Anna when she was 4 and her baby sister was 2. Over some food she wanted (he was greedy and didnt like sharing) he back handed her slapping her in the back causing her little body to fall. I attacked and didnt stop until i was damn well done.
I then left. He toook one child i will be damn if he took another.
Again please get help. There are many organizations and churches and such to assist you into finding your freedom.
This is in rememberance of Anna Marie
RIP Anna, October 10, 1995 to October 10, 1995
A contest entry
- Love,Depression,Sorrow, by XxunBeautifulxX.
300 points, ended June 24, 2008, 23 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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i certainly do hope that my story ends as yours have, with a light and sense of joy. you wrote this well. thank you for sharing this with me today and i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. i wish to congratulate you for the gold trophy you have earned in this conest that you have entered. viyanna rosemarie
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Wow I'm really sorry about what happened. That's a really good poem. Good luck in the contest. Stay strong. I'm proud of you for leaving, it's hard I know.
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OH my gosh I love this poem there is not doubt about it
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deeply moving
and very painful, but I love the promise hinted at in the end!
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wow, amazing emotion, I can feel it. well done, Hun
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You are the best campaigning poet I know. You embue everything you write with a passionate spirit and you lay the options clearly in front of the world. NOBODY should ever suffer this way, NOBODY ANYWHERE.
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thanks for your support Jeff Always makes me happy when you take time to comment on pieces especially of this nature. I do my best to speak out.
Sometimes, I hit too hard, and sometimes not enough.
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