Unending, Untouched, Unnoticed

As the walls close in I begin to wonder
Should I panic as I'm pulled under?

My heart holds no fear of drowning
Life made simple would keep me frowning.

1,095 days is my guess
only thing left is my standing, as a test.

Every minute I die a bit more
as you beat me, addressing me as a w***e.

Weakness allowed me something-
the strength I drew equaled nothing.

Silence equals freedom;
freedom allows you to see what you've done.

I'm a blended shadow to the world
no longer; but the past pain made me hurl.

Author's Note

Review. Please.

Reviews

[lovejulez03]

I have to say that I have no constructive criticism on this piece except that it would be interesting to see you build on it a little more. It's simple and to the point (painfully so of course). I've been there, is all I can say. Nicely written. Just that line "weakness allowed me something" holds so many things for me and on so many different levels. To understand this you don't really have had to go through the exact same thing but you would have had to go through the same feeling of pain. Love it!

[Rose Masen]

@ Spoken- I'm not sure if they really see what they do. Hell, if they do, they most likely hold no remorse for it. To each is own, and to me, some will never change.

[SpokenWord]

Does an abusive person ever really see what they have done to someone? Do they ever feel real remorse for it? What did the weakness allow you? I feel the strength some how set you free of all this pain. A very heart felt write, enjoyed it.

[Rose Masen]

Thank you all for the feedback.:)

[MC Blodeuwedd]

Powerful. Well versed.

[Glenn]

This is an excellent representation of escaping from an abusive situation! I love it!

[Rose Masen]

@Celeste- You're right; except the 1,095 days are the days since I was rescued from it.

[Celeste21]

Idk if I am interpreting correctly but what I get out o this is an abusive relationship. Is 1095 the number o days spent in the relationship? Regardless, I felt I could identify w/ this poem

[TheFemininePad]

I'm alittle confused on what this poem is suppose to represent. It's a very dark poem that presents interesting imagery, but I can't seem to comprehend exactly what you are talking about here. You might want to make it alittle clearer to the reader in your Author's Note, or in the description. It's a good poem, and it flows smoothly.

[Rose Masen]

-sings- Did my singing help rescue my voice even more? :P.. He he.