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| Dark Poetry #1 |
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She Haunts |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
SHE HAUNTS A woman standing there Her eyes blood shot and cold A fire lit inside of her from the depths of hell Her anger radiated out Sizzled like the bacon in the pan The grease and sweat to make the meal Went to fill the appitite of her husband What thanks did she get from this man Who ate every morsel with greed, Who watched as she scrubbed the floors with a hateful stare boring into the sheen... Nothing! He even failed to bring home the check Beer taking the place Of last month's rent A plate left empty every evening The table bare Something happened after dinner Sometimes... She knew what and where She screamed inside She screamed inside so loud! But when the hand got closer Nobody heard a sound. For whimpering was silenced And tears were wiped away, When the hand got close enough She closed up and prayed Slow motion, flailing limbs The slamming of the door, falling hitting the hard wood floor. The beatings became routine After a while Hands bandaged and bound In her tears she sought refudge But only despair was what she found. A woman standing there Her eyes showing rage through the tears Palms up wrists slashed with a kitchen knife Her bloody scars showing her defeat What a beautiful life! One night though As she lay there Motionless on her bedroom floor The light from the bathroom Reflecting shadows on her callused hands Off the blue painted walls... She became death's loyal servant The man had finaly won. There was nothing left to do but Pop the pills in one by one. Death came for her much too soon But it became too much to bear Being her husband's loyal servent Was her crime! That night she was beaten For the very last time. A woman standing there Life after death she haunts Her blood shot, cold, eyes tell of the battle she fought. Her cries now come from within And she screams from the inside out. Thanks for reading this, even though it was a bit long. What did you think? Joy |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Very graphic, coming from a home with a drunk old man, and beatings taken in the night this is very graphic for me. I can see you have put a lot into it, paying attention to detail, and feelings. It paints man very dark, and the woman very ? submissive, given up, I personally know so many women that would fight to their last breath. and I’ve trained most of them to do so. Keep up the good work kid Joel. |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Joel, Thanks for your thoughts. In this poem I'm not talking about most women, I'm talking about this one woman and her struggle, and while this is also a ficitional work, it happens all the time. It shouldn't! Yes, I did spend quite a while on this one, trying to make these emotions be as real as possible, trying to get the right effect. I'm glad you noitced. Thanks again. Joy [This message has been edited by JOY 14 (edited 04-10-2000).] |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Joy~ This was indeed very haunting~ Well written Tracie~ Keep all the windows of your mind open Anne Rooks |
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dhuron Member
since 2000-03-19
Posts 476 |
This was excellent. Graphic, Violent. It is a shame that this happens, but also more so when some take this way out. Great Work, excellent detail. Keep up the good work. The glory of friendship is not the outstretched hand, not the kindly smile, not the joy of companionship; it is the spiritual inspiration that comes to one when he discovers that someone believes in him and is willing to trust him with his friendship." --Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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JOY 14 Senior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 1419Wisconsin USA |
Thank you Tracie and dhuron. I'm glad you liked it. Joy |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I wanted to wipe her brow, and carry her away...to safety Kathleen |
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