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The Well

It was a bleak cold frosty dark day when they pulled me from the well
Don't ask me how long I'd been there I really couldn't tell

This is a story of horror , the horror of my life
Where boy meets girl and girl meets boy
Then boy and girl turn man and wife
At first I was so happy then cracks began to show

First friends were told not to come round no more
More and more he sank his hate deep down to my core

He showed me love none had before
Through him I caught a glimpse of heaven
Then he slammed and bolted shut the door
And took all his love clean away

He learned my weakness and dragged me down
He played the circus Master, I was the clown

My own reflection became a stranger
I became weak ,his power grew
I tried to escape,  he now my danger

He tore out my heart and enjoyed my pain
My every loss became his very gain

He waved his magic wand of lies
He had me chained to mind games and confusion
No one answered my pleading cries

Five years after marriage, most my fight had gone
For the rest of my life I'll live with scars from what he's done

He beat me black and beat me blue
I was his punch bag,I was meant to be his wife
One night while he was sleeping , I planned what I should do
Quickly came the next night I was running for my life

I ran right out the back door ,into the midnight air
The night was cool and misty ,the dampness wet my hair

The moon shone through like a beacon to which I took as hope
At last I thought I had escaped him ,I felt my heart pound fast
He came out from the darkness and chucked me down a slope

Even though I escaped his hell
I was falling down a disused well

Falling ,deeper into nothingness my life flashed before my eyes
I thought this was my end with no time for long goodbyes

I guess he went back to drinking inside a warm safe house
I can't remember landing but the water filled my lungs
fighting for survival with the strength of a timid mouse
snatching at the dark air ,sure each intake would be my last

It was a bleak cold frosty dark day when they pulled me from the well
Don't ask me how long I'd been there I really couldn't tell

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  • storiesuntold gold member
    November 20, 2008

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    Awesome write here

    This is the life for many for as they rush into love not being aware of the life they lived before or looking into the family of this one person we often waltz through the gates of hell a world often kept secret for years befor someone you tell in the desperation of saving one self from the horrors there


  • DemonicChanel420
    November 14, 2008

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    This is a very powerful poem, the background makes it a little hard to read and there are several spelling errors, but beyond those little things, it was a very good poem. Good luck in the contest!