Pander to the knowing
rough cheek rouge red
slapped resounding cutting monolithic
like the ego burning at the front
In mourning find amusement
In sorrow cannot fathom
what your abuse meant
sign of love, gift of hate
what was the need you possess
to feed me scraps from your plate
I desire the longing of peace
I beg for another blow to the head
being unconscious is a small release
I do not know if you be man or beast
Your eyes scream with the knowledge of violence
I grow so small I am become least
Ponder all the knowing
bruised cheek rouge red
no more can I suffer
this can no longer stay under the covers
I must begin to stand on my own
I feel steel resistance in my bones
soon my love, very near my dear
I will return this hurt and teach you
something of my
fear
Love it. All of it. Including photo. And the rhythm of it.
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Thanks!
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Powerful writing my friend. The last few lines were like a punch to the gut. Good stuff.
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Thanks Christine
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Actually made me teary. Cuts and hurts a little to read and a feel words that could be me. Beautiful piece m dear.
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Thank you for reading and taking the time to comment. 🙏
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The hurt I felt in this poem get my teary and just thinking of why people are the way they are towards one another. It hurts me deeply and no one should be treated this way.
Powerful write my friend.
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