I'm screaming at the sky
I'm staring down the world
You know I couldn't stay
I'm not your girl
Cuts and bruises - people stare
I wish they would look away
But it doesn't even come close
to the psychological warfare
The stereo turned up too high
So the neighbors couldn't hear
A strong blow to the forehead
But I don't care
Because I cant feel
My vision stained red
There's a ringing in my ear
I just want to runaway
But I'm ruled by fear
So instead I stay up all night
Try to convince myself I'm alright
Even when I cant see you
I know you're still here
Your shadow follows me at dawn
But he's darkest at noon
I fear you when you fade
So I hide under the light of the moon
But still- You turn the record on
and I can hear our old song
I try tune you out
but now I'm dancing
with your ghost
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Author:
Silk (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2021 16:38
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Comments4
Any sort of abuse both physical and mental must be stopped. If there is love there why is abuse there as well.
Very emotive write Lily.
Andy
Ouch. What a frank and realistic poem Lily. It cuts to the core
You got out but obsessive thoughts and dreams plague you?
They more then likely will diminish over time with distractions resulting from your new life. If not - seek professional help.
In the meantime you have provided us with a well crafted work which brings to the fore the topic of domestic violence.
'But it doesn't even come close
to the psychological warfare
The stereo turned up too high
So the neighbors couldn't hear
A strong blow to the forehead
But I don't care
Because I cant feel'..
its, simply a joy to read the veracity of truth
imbued in your words, dear Poet
so relatable and accessible, a great read!
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