How Did You Feel

How did you feel 
when you knocked me down 
did your heart feel  proud 

Did you laugh out loud 
as I fell to the ground 
Hitting the floor
without a sound 

As you trampled my body
in the pale moonlight 
Danced with the devil 
in the shadows of the night 

As I laid in the stench 
of your wicked deceit
Cold and broken 
lost in defeat 

Were you proud of yourself 
when your fists hit my flesh 
When you strangled me 
until I was close to death

Did you feel like a man 
when you stole my breath 
When my face turned blue 
and my strength had left 

How does it feel 
knowing I'd be dead
From the drug induced madness 
flowing through your head 

If it wasn't for the one 
who rescued me 
Who broke down the door 
and set me free

How would it feel
to have my blood on your hands 
Would you feel real proud 
like a big tough man 

Instead of the pathetic creature 
that you really are 
Just a  low life coward 
who likes to leave scars 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

So much pain. Your words just weep the would.be page. In spite of the terrible scenes you've set, the courage with which you write is very special, it shows spirit alongside the cruelty you've experienced, The actual wording is precise, not overly emotional, that makes this post very vivid.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much Emma Joy.

[Margarette]

Your poem is perfect for the song "Tell Me" by He is We. There are so many resemblances these offer to reality. Not only are people abusing others for their own enjoyment but also stomping over their dignity. What a sad world it will be if all the streets would always be painted blood! You have written such truthful perceptions of unlawful acts and I appreciate you sharing your view on this. Thank you!

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much Margarette.

[Jack...]

Carolann, I am filled with so much sadness right now. Something like this is completely unimaginab;e to me though I know it is the truth. But please realize, for all of the bad there is good, every cloudy day will eventually make way for sunshine. I know forgetting is not an option, but placing these bad memories somewhere dark and allowing the light to shine in I would hope will help some. Very sad, but well written.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much jack.

[icelandicblue]

There is so much pain throughout this piece. Your rhyming felt like blows as I read. This happens every day all around the world and I commend you for bringing it to the forefront in your poelm.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much.

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct words in this poem. Never a excuse to harm a woman. The description took the reader to bad places and thoughts. A powerful poem that open the door to a wide open discussion. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you so much.

[Frieda P]

Chilling Carolann, this resonates within me, I have haunting's of this happening to my mother when I was younger. 'Pathetic creature' is putting it mildly, these bullies all need to go to hell. It leaves plenty of scars, not only physically, the mental images and reminders it leaves behind are irreparable. Thank you for sharing this one.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Thank you Frieda, I knew you would get this. It is the sort of memory that never leaves you and the scars go soul deep. Thank you so much for reading.

[Frieda P]

I understand, that memory is always vivid in the mind, and the soul, yes the soul is forever scarred, as if to add insult to injury. There should be erasers for this sort of thing, very welcome.

[Carolann Dowsett]

Yes there should be erasers for a lot of things that we endure.

[Jack...]

Did you know my secret indentity is Eraserman"?

[Carolann Dowsett]

Haha that's great I like that Jack :)