"Splintered Door"

The splintered door ajar allowed,

trails of smoke to linger proud...

 

And mingled with his crude stench too,

as he slithered into my room...

 

My spirit implored, "Please desist,"

he lingered over and did insist...

 

This flesh fell faint embraced by fear,

a crippled captive lay in drear...

 

Beneath the sheets his deed remained,

that wee body now flawed and stained...

 

Pure, sweet virtue violated,

lovely innocence degraded...

 

Left as such dirty and defiled,

unworthy of love and exiled...

 

My haunted soul defies repose,

endures regret amidst grave woes...

 

This cowardly guilt engulfs me,

"I wonder if" still tortures thee...

 

Endless thoughts pursue to incline,

"I should have fought against this crime...

 

Kept hostage by another's sin,

my hidden hell chars deep within...

 

Those distant days do hinder me,

I wake each day with tragedy...

 

To comprehend or justify?

Forgive and forget? Damned if I!

 

His sin is seared deep in my core,

unable to close that splintered door.

Reviews

[EMW]

I really liked this.

[Belator Books]

You've taken a horrible occurrence with this piece and presented it with an almost elegant disdain, featuring a rather healthy realization that the fault lies not with this victim. Still, a soul-bearing moment of pain. Such is poetry; allowing the public in to view what pieces of ourselves we share. The piece is well-thought-out and written with a inverse passion which compliments the subject matter well.

[Vartul]

This one is really good.The rhyme is natural, and i love your style. Each stanza is beautiful in itself, though the first one is my favourite. Fantastic!
Keep Writing.

[Reena Rainne]

I would love feedback on this poem. While I'm requesting a critique I also ask that it is done in a positive manner. I also welcome suggestions. Thank you.