Memories filtered
through half-lies
Darkness covers
weary eyes
My skin crawls
at the thought of touch
You probably think that
I'm not worth much
You, who took
my skin for granted
Tricked me where my feet
were planted
I did not know
to run away
When you invited me
to stay
Confused by my own
afflictions
Stairs go up
in all directions
In time these wounds
will subside
Without the aid
of suicide
Pause,
there is no time to wonder
Who's red bus
you threw me under
Shake this anger
off of me
All I want
is to be free
Your face blocks
the doors I open
These parts of me
remain frayed and broken
Wrap me up
in a blanket tight
Stay out
of my dreams tonight
My pen breaks
as it hits the floor
Unheard words
even the score
A contest entry
- Silent All These Years (for rape and sexual assault survivors) by SerenityNChains.
1750 points, ended November 9, 2008, 44 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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I know this feeling.. a penning of such depth. Brilliantly done hun!
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Excellent job. The subject matter is sad. The attitude is inspiring. I like these lines alot:
In time these wounds
will subside
Without the aid
of suicide
This is a very good poem. I liked the rhyme and the flow.
Mike
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