Dreams are his best friends
When he has no one to talk to
My thoughts are my comfort
In his bed he dreams of men who embrace him
She believed in a fairytale for justice and peace
She never got it
Her story is hard to share
Someone fears the doubting
I dream of things I can’t find
My mind has lots of scars
When I look at myself
I have shame and guilt
He stands up and fights
Sometimes he wins
Sometimes he loses
I know how it feels
No one does
She can’t trust you enough to tell you
If you don’t think out of your religious box
Stop talking to her
She wants to walk away
It’s going slow
She can’t speak
He doesn’t know who to turn to
They is my best friend
No disappointment for her
No more.
Please tell me what you think
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kinda lost me, the poem is very choppy, with little flow. the point is made very well though. i would suggest going over again with fresh eyes, and then change a couple words around, play with it. you never know you might find the perfect flow. other than that good job. love the rawness.
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It is about three different people who have each their different sotries about abuse. I got inspired by my own story too. Thanks for the critque
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