»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #6
»
Tell it like it is....
| Open Poetry #6 |
|
Tell it like it is.... |
|
|
SorrowsMystress Member
since 2000-04-01
Posts 178I'm a wanderer, a nomad...I don't live in one particular area, Just wherever I end up. 
|
Lie to me again I know you will Decieve this poor heart of mine I didn't need it anyway You caused me to be stone Oblivious to emotion Callous to the sound of my heart breaking Leaving me aching Shivering, shaking And all you can do is say You deserved it anyway I've made your life a hell, you say Well, look at what you've done to mine The sky grows dark when your shadow appears Coming towards me with malice in your eyes A fist full of furry Otherwise a brick Hits me hard, hits me fast Bruises me beyone comprehension And when I cry, you look past me Indifferent, as you disregard it As something that I had coming to me What do you see? When you look at my battered face, what do you see? A little girl who needed to be dicsiplined? A horrible waste that needed to be shown just how vile she was? And what do you expect What do you demand of me? What is it that I should do In order to get you to be satisfied With what you've done? Burn...that's what I do I burn at the thought of you My face hurts when I think of it My body grows numb and incoherent And I must remain your subservient In order to stay in corner You have backed me into "It was my love that did us both to death. " -Sylvia Plath |
||
| © Copyright 2000 Kimberlee Jones - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
Creperum New Member
since 2000-04-03
Posts 8 |
Love, I'm sorry about these things that have happened to you. I can only say that they are in your past and I hope that you can see it doesn't ever have to be this way again. You don't have to be a victim. I love you. [This message has been edited by Michael (edited 04-05-2000).] |
||
|
SorrowsMystress Member
since 2000-04-01
Posts 178I'm a wanderer, a nomad...I don't live in one particular area, Just wherever I end up. |
Creperum...of course I know that things that have happened in my past are just that...things that happened in the past. I do not allow them to haunt me any longer, I just use them to my advantage, as wisdom and as support to those who have gone through or are going through the same thing. That's the best thing I got out of my life....WISDOM!!!!! I know that it won't happen again (at least, not as long as that "Special someone" *nudge-nudge* is in my life)  "It was my love that did us both to death. " -Sylvia Plath |
||
|
Lone Wolf Member Ascendant
since 2000-03-16
Posts 5842Lansing, MI USA |
SorrowsMystress, I admire you for having the courage to write an dshare such things with us. This is a powerful piece that speak volumes. I am glad it no longer happens. Sorry that it did though. Friends are friend forever if the Lord's the Lord of them and a friend will not say never cause the welcome will not end. --Michael W. Smith |
||
|
Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
This is such an open piece of poetry, from the heart, filled with pain. It's wonderful that you have put this in perspective and can talk about it openly. You did a great job in conveying the anger at the abuser. It is a very real and powerful poem. Good work Liz |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
