A dark, empty room
The wind creaks outside your window
Your breathing quickens
You hear footsteps as he enters your room
No one around to hear your screams
His presence is lurking
waiting
waiting for a single moment
watching your every move
your every breath
He looks you in the eye
A horrible unbreakable stare
He tells you he won't hurt you
For now
He holds you down
You hide your face so he can't see the fear in your eyes
The pain
You try to break free
But his grip overpowers you
He enjoys himself, sick, horrible
He leaves you there to deal with the damage
To pick up the pieces of your life
You cry yourself back to sleep
To wake up screaming
And go through it all over again
A contest entry
- What Hurts The Most by charmander13.
525 points, ended October 19, 2008, 25 entries
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Comments
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Very well written. The description is gut wrenching, but you did a wonderful job putting words to a horribe and sad situation.
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In your poem, the psychological pain underlies the physical one and I like the way you throw in that twist at the end,
"To wake up screaming
And go through it all over again"
where the fear is as real as the pain. Hmm.. this posed an intriguing question to me, "Can fear *be* a kind of pain? A kind of deep, unseen, psychological pain (scarring)?" Yes, oh yes.
Great poem!
Thanks for entering my contest and all the best!
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