Questions.
Wakened she lay there
in unblinking guilt.
Head splitting, mouth dry
and body stark naked.
Her mind began racing.
What was in that drink ?
How much did she take ?
Parties at Uni were fun
or so she understood.
Her lips felt very bruised
Had she looked available ?
She must have refused.
What happened was sex.
Had she really said Yes ?
Truth dropped like a bomb.
She remembered his weight.
Would she face him again ?
Where had he gone ?
Questions battered her brain.
What had she as first-yearer
been at and done ?
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: One look at the image and thoughts became words - - hope you enjoy.
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Comments7
Great write with a stark message. Always keep your wits about you. Sadly, as a young girl these days, don't allow anyone to buy you a drink, and always get your friends to look out for you. Safety in numbers.
Thanks Paul for adding your caring suggestions for Uni behaviour in the face of so much danger of losing a planned future. Safety in numbers indeed.
(thank you, dear Fay
you've gone n done it again
inspired me to write, something
I never knew I had in me,
with your beautifully, empathetic poetry,
what a gift you choose to share!)
'...and then the freefall, begins:
drinks and drugs to forget, leading #
to her endlessly re-enacting, the same mistakes
only
she never had a chance, to realise
sexual emancipation, is nothing to be ashamed of
to begin with!
it was the rest, that messed her up
the
letting her flesh, be used
to give her mind, an escape
from this morosely incessant: self-judgement..
and all this turmoil
plastered, behind her concrete smile
as she walks, back
to that strange home
and hugs her dad, drowning
in his loving eyes
this father of a man, looking
like all those, other men
are they or is he
the false promise: in her life...!'
Your engagingly poetic addition to my few lines on Questions is so much appreciated dear L.B. I am delighted my piece induced you to write a veritable sequel to help see the dangers of drinks and drugs.
shh ..... it happens .. dangerously dark, hard hitting truth all beautifully poemed .. but no matter how pretty we try and make it appear ... there's an ugly side to it all and captured so well here ........ x
Yes Nev these things happen all too frequently as students settle for the kind of fun new Uni-friends have - - glad you see what my piece tried to outline - drinks in moderation are fine until spiked for dark reasons....... bless you for all your encouraging and welcome comments.................x
Disturbing reality. I kept reminding my daughter when she was at Uni to be very careful precisely because of this. An important message.
A right reminder to offsprings dear Ros of the dark side of Uni when drink becomes fused with disturbing needs - - - thank you for seeing the message in Questions.
As I read,I couldn't help but to wonder,..(and im so glad I didn't read your message before hand)..is this a personal thing,something she seen in the news,..a friend😢..but,wow Fay,..now that's the way to write a poem. Very enjoyable,..once I read your message😆🌹🍷🕊
Some realistic pointers to the reality of life. A thoughtful compose.
Good words Fay, you must have good friends around you to look after you in these younger days.
Andy
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