Year long memories
That took me from hell
To high waters,
Only for me to fall
To the depths of his heart,
Far below the surface
Of anything I ever knew...
Anything I never knew.
But his fist came down strong,
For the first time
Bruising me not physically.
And now this whirlwind
He swept me up in
Is getting ever-so
Out of control.
My high waters include his hell,
A punishment I still don't understand
And a cause I cannot find.
For the life of me,
I seek.
I climbed Her highest artwork
And upon mountainous land I remain,
Searching for the civilisation
I found first, within his heart.
Yesterday, I hid my face
From fear of the truth coming out.
He pulled me from the ground
And pushed his illegal love upon me.
Today, as I'm pushed by wind
I tug at my hood, once again
To hide my face.
The difference being
My tears are from two,
From being thrown away,
Taken in and dropped again.
And here I'm just wondering;
Why?
Author notes
It's about Geoff.
"Her" is mother nature.
"My tears are from two" - two people. First threw me away.
Second is Geoff. Took me in, and now has dropped me. From extreme heights, mind you.
A contest entry
- Bang Bang, my baby shot me down... by Sick Sunshine.
400 points, ended November 10, 2008, 19 entries
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It's strange to see my face as your background image among others. =] I really liked this poem and the authors note.. so sad!!!
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Sorry, I hope you don't mind me using your image. I usually put up image prompts as part of the poem, not the background! I can edit the background if you like.
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oh no it's fine!
I was admiring it.
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You're very beautiful, amazing pic.
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