E Naughton

1 Thousand Cuts

1 Thousand Cuts


Was it love?

Was it real?

Confusion washing over me,


Sadness setting,

Cruelty known,

One thousand cuts remain unshown,


Wilting wildly careless free,

Buried deep where none can see,

Balanced seasons bring better growth,

It matters not my wilting rose,


Storms set in,

No hands in sight,

Wildness flows through frightening nights,

Hidden deep within the wilds,

Flowers sing my unheard cries.  

  • Author: E Naughton (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2022 05:14
  • Comment from author about the poem: Unseen emotional abuse suffered by those in the care of the emotionally dysfunctional.
  • Category: Sad
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  • L. B. Mek

    so true! thanks for sharing dear Poet
    'beware! that dark empath in your life'

  • crypticbard

    And for them to be unshown, that as a lot to carry and bury and curate.

  • James Stinson

    I am new to this‘game’ and don’t always understand a lot of poetry, so thank you for helping.
    I thoroughly enjoyed reading your piece and looking forward to reading more.

    • E Naughton

      Cheers James, much appreciated ☺️

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