The strings that held her life in place
Were severed by some basket case
As hell's wind runs it's fingers through her hair
The sky was losing all its light
The clouds had gathered overnight
A white dove dipped in blood takes to the air
She wonders why she let him in
When love became a deadly sin
She tried so hard to walk on leaden feet
He cared more for the drugs and booze
The time bomb she could not defuse
Went off and blew her half way down the street
The demons she had exorcised
Will feast upon the heart he fried
Though beating it has nothing left to feel
The freak who visits every night
Let out a scream of sheer delight
Her seeping wounds the starter for his meal
Her well fed hatred fails to grow
Extinguished embers find their glow
To re ignite a spark deep in her soul
Her judgement it was poor again
She reaches for her favourite pen
And slowly starts to climb out of the hole
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I really enjoyed reading this, felt an awful lot like my own story. But you are right, you gain power in writing about it not hating. Thanks for sharing your beautiful gift!!!
Another wonderful supportive inspiring comment
Can't thank you enough Christina
Truly grateful to you
I think we have to find a way out of the hole / dark place .. because we are worthy of finding our way into light and feeling happier
I once wrote a poem about a cave and finding my way out of darkness .. tho I don’t think I have the poem anymore
Such strong words in this .. you express so well .. how unkind some people can be .. and it comes through strongly in your words
We all deserve more than to be treated like rubbish
We definitely do
Such a pity you lost the cave poem
Would love to have read it
Thank you very much Violet
Yeah , I don’t mind that I lost it .. it was ‘ sad ‘ and to be honest not something I’d want to share again .. I probably wouldn’t want to even read it again .. myself
Maybe I could try to write another one about a cave , that sounds nicer
Oh don't go back if it's that dark
Sorry for asking
That’s ok . It helped to write it out at the time .
I liked this last week but I was too shy to come by and write something, you seriously could have written this for me, my goodness so powerful and almost identical to my first love. I love your title is so damn powerful and your imagery truly is spectacular Peto. Thank you. You have a Dante Alighieri streak my friend I can just feel it when you write. ❤️ Maybe it's just the passion you use in your pen, what ever it really works
Oops sorry
Meant to reply
No I didn't leave a comment, lol I came back to read one of yours this evening and I chose the same one for the title without thought
Or maybe its the tiger/ libra thing
A wonderful humbling comment Teddy
So glad you ditched the shyness
Appreciate your input very much
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