I am soft as a flower
that has freshly sprung.
You visit my garden
though I am so young.
It is not my desire,
you selfish man.
I say you shouldn’t,
you say you can.
You rip my petals
clean from my core,
insist that this
is what I’m made for.
So here I am,
ready for use.
Pristine and untouched
for you to abuse.
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Author:
Peanut (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 4th, 2025 23:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Repressed feelings will always find their way back regardless of how hard you try to push them down. This is something that I've been struggling to accept.
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Comments2
This poem is touching in that it exposes the personality of the victim who returns to the scene of the crime over and over. Very well written in metaphor and rhyme. Very nicely done
I found this a very sad write, around the continuation of abuse, expressed well in the write
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