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Left for Dead

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Twisted spires stark against severely muddy sky.
Roiling merciless clouds masking silver moon's cheek.
Wicked mire, dark, tainted, a weary, bloodied; I.
Boiled, furious, dark shroud's asking; shivered ruin, weak.

Who sees a lost child, then tries to make a lover?
None rue a me gone wild; shaken to discover.

Night embraces me. I slip through friendly shadow.
Church exit sharp, foreboding; deafend, blind, cruel gawd.
Knife has traced the he, my gift; ending, no tattle.
Lurking instance warps, eroding; feckless, unshod.

He saw a lonely child, not yet a woman grown.
Foe; homely, reviled...to want her biblicly 'known'.

Slashed; fleshy body empty, carried I, his head.
Blood rushed oddly. He, like my soul was; left for dead.

Author notes

"I have been blinded by the darkness"

(12 syllables per line)

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  • The Rainbows Mind
    February 20

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    This is a phenomenal poem and it raises this question although the answer seems obvious. Have you personally been a part of this "war" behavior? This is very deep and it seems like this really stems from personal experience.
    Great write.


    • Sheli silver member
      February 21
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      OH, MY GOD, THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

      I had been subject to numerous instances throughout my youth of being a pervert magnet, and this was what I never even allowed myself to think or feel back then.

      And as far as I am concerned two-thirds of people, men and women alike, have been so abused in their childhoods, whether remembered or deeply buried.

      It colors everything until you overcome it, and or even see the need to recognize it.

      I have always been good at rage, and the root of the rage was the helplessness experienced, and enforced through others will. I have definate authority problems, but no, I have never harmed an abuser.


  • hawkeslake gold member
    February 1

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    I am, as I think you know, rather into revenge with survival... at least in my head. This child you bring alive has all my fierce support behind her! Your words and phrasing suggest someone so hurt that her thinking is in sensations only, sights, smells, feelings. Well-done.


    • Sheli silver member
      February 1
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      Thank you, Lita. I was trying hard not to throw in alot (as few as possible) tie together words; to, the, a, and, of, etc...to keep it raw and vivid being my idea. I greatly appreciate your words of encouragement. Thank you so much!