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Dark Poetry #1

Justice

Trynete
Junior Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 35
Cape Cod, MA

0 posted 1999-09-05 10:45 PM

This poem is not about any boyfriend, but yet my father.. unfortunately...Don't try to deceive me,
wishing he never conceived me.
I glare at him in disbelief.

Never him, it's always me.
If he's slightly grinning,
surely he's lying.

How did this all start?
I have so much hate for him,
in my heart.
Even in my dreams,
as I sleep,
we fight.

Now this isn't right.
I've come so far,
and this change has taken me so long,
but according to him,
I am wrong.

He's driving me crazy,
he doesn't seem to realize,
he's the one who
jeopardizes my sanity.

Like a freshly sharpened steel knife,
he intimidates my life.

He's twice my size,
and he should know better,
which he obviously doesn't seem to realize.
I see the demon in his soul slowly rise,
and Satan forms in the pupils of his eyes.
Can anyone even hear my helpless cries?

I cry as my soul,
becomes distressed,
and slowly dies.

I ache to get away,
but there is no where else for me to stay.
Peace my heart and soul, together they crave.

Yeah that's right,
always my fault, I rant and rave,
never his.

Yeah right, funk that, and THIS!
My blood boils,
through all these snares and toils.

So many times,
commemorate all the events he almost spoiled,
but never had enough hate to,,
never had the dedication to actually follow through.

Like, me in the end,
his heart always gets the best of him.
Some days with him,
I just want to curl up and die.

But I know I love him,
deep down inside, and
I always will,
for all of my lifetime.

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Trinity

poetFemmeFatale
Member Elite

since 1999-07-25

Posts 2646
Arkansas

1 posted 1999-09-07 11:50 PM

I just can't believe how much emotion you pour into your poetry...it's unbelievable! Your situation must be pretty intense, but hopefully in writing about it, it helps to vent the anger and frustration....I've always said, my poetry is a form of inexpensive therapy....keep up the good work!

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I beckon you to come...I lure you with my tongue... - poet FemmeFatale

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