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Exorcising Demons

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brian madden
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0 posted 05-12-2000 08:31 PM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for brian madden

Silence is in its nature,
paralysed in its barbed embrace
I submit my infancy
easily for my hands are too feeble
to raise a fist in my own defence.
Devil eyes stalk me as a weak fawn,
Another pathetic creature
deserving of nothing less.
  
On my knees attentive
to the lessons inflicted.
Disciplined to acceptance,
Recite in tear choked whispers her acid taunts
"I am a fat pig, I am worthless."
(CHILDREN REPEAT AFTER ME
"he is a fat pig  he is nothing.")
Against the blackboard, stripped naked
so every insecurity may be exploited
forced to tears for her entertainment.

Casual observers with eyes turned inwards
Say, "It is so beautiful.
      Child Hood is only happiness.
      School days are the best days of your life."

Cowering in the shadows of crowds
in the playground, seems so empty.
I only have peace in this unseen existence.
Silence is in its nature.
There is no solace as a lamb
in the company of wolves.
The Children make her perfect brood
eager to mimic, their innocence
acts as a disarming disguise
for such foul parasites.
Bleed me with games of torture
games of alienation
Games I do not want to play.
  
Scars fade as memory heals,
yet lost time can never be reclaimed.
Feel the pain fresh on my skin
yet it is not hers to treasure.
I reclaim these memories as mine.
Fear was her leash, her only strength.
Bitterness corrodes revealing only weakness
once hidden in hatred.  Alone the misery persists.
She is now a broken form, empty without victory.
The Jabberwocky haunts bearing my once tear stained face,
It speaks the truth
" All the hatred was in vain,
for I can not be defeated."


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Denise
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1 posted 05-12-2000 08:37 PM       View Profile for Denise   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Denise

It can only defeat those who allow it to. This is some excellent writing here, Brian! Some gems of wisdom laced within too!

Denise
JamesMichael
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2 posted 05-12-2000 08:44 PM       View Profile for JamesMichael   Email JamesMichael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JamesMichael

Interesting way to write about hurt and pain.  James
netswan
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3 posted 05-13-2000 07:53 AM       View Profile for netswan   Email netswan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit netswan's Home Page   View IP for netswan

Brian - this is very good - I enjoyed
and felt your torment -----kids
can be so cruel ----

Leaves only one thing for parents to
do ------and that is to teach kids how
to handle taunts and teasing ----
Can remember my own son calling me, he
7 and 1/2  said MOM I am going to walk
this new kid home -- the other kids
teased him and broke his glasses.  Do you
mind?

And, I said, no --I am so proud of you!

netswan
brian madden
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4 posted 05-13-2000 08:19 AM       View Profile for brian madden   Email brian madden   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for brian madden

Thanks for all your kind comments.

I agree Dsnyder that you have lost if you accept and refuse to fight but at the time it was hard I was only six years old.

James, it was something I carried around for a long time, writing the poem was a release. It helped put the whole thing to rest and allowed me some more inner peace.

Netswan I agree that children can be cruel, but I think they pick alot of it up from adults. The poem was more about a teacher who bullied me, NOT physically, in school when I was six. it made me very insular and destroyed my confidence, it took time for those wounds to heal. This poem was my release.




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5 posted 05-13-2000 11:43 PM       View Profile for serenity blaze   Email serenity blaze   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for serenity blaze

Heartbreaking brian--and I know that this happens quite often...very well done...thanks.
Kit McCallum
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6 posted 05-14-2000 09:05 AM       View Profile for Kit McCallum   Email Kit McCallum   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Kit McCallum

Excellent Brian!  It is so sad when teachers are the one's who need the lessons. Though I wonder if she knew the hurt she caused, it matters not, as you have risen above her.  Beautifully written ...

Best wishes,
/Kit
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