Torn between the trembling fear
And the anger every day I hear
Fist pounding though the walls
The crying that pleads in the halls
Trying to feel safe behind closed doors
Slowly the shadows appear like before
The echoing of voices in the night
Makes me close my eyes so tight
The door opens as it creeps my soul
I feel breathing making me grow cold
As shadows tower over me in the dark
Racing is the pounding of my heart
Wiping my tears slowly with my thumb
My body doesn’t move, as I become numb
A nightmare vision presses their body against mine
The pain that tears my inner soul raw each time
The pleading to be finely set free
From this torment I ask for the death of me
Torn between the trembling fear
And the anger every day I hear
Author notes
Picture Devouring Shadows by Gwynedd
A contest entry
- Wake up to ALL Abuse - Prewrites Welcome by Miss Faerie.
700 points, ended March 3, 61 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Sexual child abuse by Brooke Arabie.
475 points, ended April 6, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Memories
Memories still come to life even when we bury them deeply and cover them well.
My own abuse was brought back with these words, not that they are ever far from my mind. I am not affected now as I have been before writing about it.
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wow!
this is great both in choice of words and the story you've told. you came back to the beginning line very naturally. the title is good as well. that is what caused me to stop and read & i'm glad i did. congrats on your honorable mention!! it was well deserved! -
Judged
What a powerful piece you have written. Your words tell a story, the pain screams and you just want to provide protection form the suffering.
Your use of rhyme is excellent.
Thank you for entering my contest and good luck
Shari
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very powerfull and moving, i completely affiliate with this poem, sent shivers down my spine x
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mom great write.I loved your rhyme and the feeling that this conveyed.And the internal struggle that ravage the soul. It is like battle that never end. But we have to continue to fight it.I liked your line breakage and forceful words used here.great job.
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Fist pounding though the walls
The crying that pleads in the halls
Trying to feel safe behind closed doors
Slowly the shadows appear like before
The echoing of voices in the night
Makes me close my eyes so tight
The door opens as it creeps my soul
I feel breathing making me grow cold
AMAZING I just dont have enough words to articulate how great this is -
WOW.. this was a fabulous piece. It gave me chills as I read the stanzas. The fears that we allow to disable us truly become nightmares.
Great job with this...
Good luck in the contest, my sister..
Love you
Nor
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