sitting in class - perfectly safe when
my mind plagues me
I don't recognize it's you first
there are so many students in the classroom and I'm in the far corner
you're yelling and I'm frozen
"get down, everybody get down right now!"
you have a gun and I slip slowly to the floor
im afraid were going to die, but I still don't know its you until you call my name
it took me a minute, you came over to me
picked me up by my hair and forced me to stand
"YOU RUINED MY LIFE"
you yelled at me and I stayed there still frozen
none of my classmates had any reaction I'm sure they just didn't want to die
staring into your eyes I recognized you, after not seeing you all these years
"I didn't ruin your life" I squeaked "you did"
you angrily pushed me against the wall, the gun up against my head
"HOW DARE YOU RUIN MY LIFE"
more courage gained I replied "who decided to assault me? you did. who's holding a gun? you"
im not little anymore and I wont be guilted into believing it was my fault
"You Liked it." you say but I know the lie
"I didn't know what it was" I argued still "I was too young"
"you didn't fight back. you didn't run away. you didn't even cry. and you came back-YOU came back to me. because you liked it."
I knew he needed someone to blame
couldnt accept the fact that it was his fault
"I came back because... because I was Scared. I didn't know what to do and I thought if I listened to you it would be over faster."
the police came crashing in and got you to drop your gun
you threatened to shoot me but ended up giving in---
and then I realize I'm back
back in the classroom again
and nothing has happened
it was all in my head
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Wow that is beautiful
Beautiful
Aha. Ya. Marvelously rendered with a gripping poignancy and excellent details, this is one dangerous game. Thank you for sharing.
Poetry is an amazing outlet, isn't it?? I've found in my life and with what I write, if you 'feed the right wolf' - that being the positive wolf that talks good to you, that leaves you with a smile, that gives you butterflies, that tastes like a powdered donut, then your life will get better and the past, though never forgotten, becomes the past, and you can focus on the present and the future.
I hope these words help you. I've read some of your work and it's amazing! Dark, and amazing. Never stop! Get those words out. But also, look for the light and you'll find it. Look for the dark, and you'll find it too. Feed the dark wolf, and it may eventually eat you.
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