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Janie Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 158 |
This is still a work in progress. I originally posted in on a different forum but due to the subject matter I think it's better suited here. Here are Parts I and now II. Alone At Sunset is a story about a girl who is molested by her next-door neighbor. The scene opens with the molestation behind her as she tries to understand what happened, why and what she's going to do about it. The later parts continue to tell how the tragic incident affected her life for a long time... I How in fear, the child, lonely lies in bed, Confused as tears, stream down her tender cheek All owing to a loss she can’t explain, Even knowing, understanding is but vain. Taking breaths of cleansing air, how she tries! Woeful mind! Release of care in each sigh, Wonders she, “Why does Sin knock at my door?” Arrogant spy! Knowing fully what’s in store. Oh! What gladly, trusting, neighbor’s daughter, Who, sadly, single word didn’t utter, How pass your growing years to awaken Upon grass, where low he slithers forsaken? Then, foremost scene, Clock’s backward hands reveal The hidden thief, who lies in wait, to steal; When lasting introductions made, were new, Even then was fasting on her youthful dew! Danger in his hand, the passing seasons, Comfort, made-believe, Affection’s reasons, Now, in self-reproach she cries, is left to grieve, Hence, unpaid lies, his consequence’s reprieve! Moans! The hurricane-like reality, Brings thoughts of misery, homes torn apart, Leaving no pane untouched by destruction; Lost! To same element of their construction; And, during aftermath of her silence, Finds scattered pictures of her memory, But her path, cluttered by Debris, we find, Sadly and purposely, she’s left Them behind. II How so it passed, all things she once held dear, Now lay as waste upon spring’s trampled ground, She, through advocate’s deception, became Numb, was, never more again to be the same. Now beneath her mask, her painted face, Her youth, tainted, unreadily became A woman; young, child’s heart still trapped therein, No benefit of instructions there; wherein, Loaded pistol left no supervision, So unprepared for such deeds, premature; Quick, then elopes tragedy in disguise And so, declines her spirit to dark demise. Oh, how for love’s redemption does she search! Below, above, alas! She doesn’t find Love, only jackals with faces, masked, hide -Snakes hidden ‘neath cloaks of blue and white, inside. And through betrayal’s loss of “He”, trusted, Judgment, struggled. How she, to know the truth? Thus, found herself lost down many a road To vehicles abandoning her abode. And in the lament of her rejection Her feelings were denied, misunderstood. Even “friends” to say, deserve had earned her The vulnerable place she lay, as it were. In this wretched trap a jackal found her, Bound her to the power of his mind. Oh, but to find the strength to break the chain! Listened instead to his reason’s voice, insane. Like a slave she followed in his footsteps And though she spoke her words were never heard. He, knowing, looked away as they pinned her Thereafter unconscious, fell to hazy blur. Oh! What gladly trusting neighbor’s daughter Who sadly, words unheard, tried to utter So pass your growing years to awaken Upon grass where low they slither, forsaken! |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi Janie, WOW, I know this happens every day but you told it so perfectly, I do hope this is not a story about you, wow my gut its twisted, powerful poem here, you certainly got the meaning across. Best wishes for you, Cerenity "God doesn't have to be reminded that we exist. We have to be reminded that He exist!" (Writer Unknown) |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
Oh My God! This is an incredible portrayal, just incredible. I have chills, and so many thoughts from this. Also, I have to say the actual writing is superb, amazing, the tone, the words you used. I can see how beautifully you write, through the horrific subject discussed. I would like to see a love poem! Bet it would be a great one! Catalinamoon Words are things, and a small drop of ink, falling, like dew, upon a thought produces that which makes thousands, perhaps millions think. Lord Byron |
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Janie Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 158 |
Cerenity, Thanks for reading and responding. Though God has healed my wounds, this is still a story I keep mostly to myself.(Hardly an ice-breaker) But since you've asked, it is not fictional and I am the girl. I hope someone who knows a person this has happened to or someone who is struggling with this themselves, by reading this will understand that they are a victim and to definitely "tell" and get help, otherwise things will only get worse. Being a pre-teen and teenager is hard enough without taking unncessary baggage on the trip. Catalina, I'm glad you like the style of this poem. I feel like it's one of my better pieces. I probably need to write a new "love" poem. The best one I have right now is called "Paradise." I'll post it, but I'm posting it on the "Open" Poetry Forum. Tell me what you think. Janie< !signature--> [This message has been edited by Janie (edited 08-19-2000).] |
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darkstar Member
since 2000-08-09
Posts 230Port Richey, Fl, USA |
I really liked it. It's sad that it happens to people. It was a good poem. Dark Star |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
Oh, Janie.....I have tears in my eyes that I can't stop! This tells of incredible pain to such an innocent victim.....it's horrible to think of these things actually happening. You told this story well, my friend, and I will be thinking about this for a long, long time. I feel the pain..... Your writing is amazing, I will learn from you!! Today is a gift.... That is why they call it 'the Present'! |
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boji stone Member
since 2000-08-13
Posts 62USA |
janie, it is a poignant heart wrenching piece, to know it is your story intensifies the work.....I hope it helped to write it down, thank you for sharing this part of yourself, I know it must have been difficult. very well done! ~the breath, a mystery of it's own ~~ |
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JnR4eva Member
since 2000-08-07
Posts 377Bronx, NY |
My God, this is tragic....and you are the girl? This has made me very very sad...I took the time to read this piece so i can better understand the other poem that we talked about but I had no idea I was going to be exposed to this...I mean the work you have written is just beautifully constructed but its these words that are daggers to the heart and soul. This is sad....I am glad that you are recovering as you have told catalinamoon...more power to you and stay strong....this piece is phenominal..I send my best wishes "my love is my motivation my love is my inspiration perception of this poem is your interpretation" -- me |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Excellent writing...sorry you had to live this tragedy...James |
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