Fighting

I am the massive
existence of nothing
the lesser of two

I am the unused
blank canvas
scribbled upon
in multifaceted hues

The image of vividly painful scenes
to grueling for you to view

I am the shadow of voids
a black soul roaming around

I am the silence of night
to quiet to be found
sucking in all of
societies sounds

I am a fragment of dust
swept to the side of this land

Silently hiding in shame
with filth covering
my poetic hands
weeping as words
smudge across spaces
painting out images
that I can not understand

I am a shattered muse
crying out colored ink
on a pure stage
over spilling
broken letters
on a page

Bound by tormenting
lyrical versus
confined to a vast
mental cage

I am the insanity
of this sphere
all knotted inside
one mere being

I am a faceless human
not even worth seeing

I shutter in cold seas of emptiness
searching for tangible features of me

Thrown out into this dark land
an anonymous piece of work is all Ill be

Sifting through wreckage
sorting through internal waste
pasting on sections of trash
in hopes of creating
an identifiable face

I have been raped
of everything within
cut deeply across my core
as i stand before you
severed and bleeding
I pray that you will
remember me no more

My name is not b***h
hoe or even w***e

I am unintelligent
to a genius's brain

An insignificant person
titled mundane

Penciled in
by a psychiatrists
as insane

Yet from pure evil
my soul chooses
to abstain

I am the taste of life
slicing my impression
from this hemisphere

I am the sin of wretched wickedness
smothering this polluted atmosphere
drowning in my malevolent reflection
crushing the image in mirrors

Section by little section
devastating this universe
with my fatal infection

I am the bitter
countenance
of rejection

Lost in skies
that no longer exist
I am the definition of love
that slipped by missed

My expressions lay
vacant and bare
ruined emotions
are out of order
no longer feeling
what was never there

I am the daughter
of a runaway woman
a child of a faulty man
I am three sixty of thought
leading my memory back
to where I once began

Fighting

BY Samantha Campbell

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

So many strong statements in this poem. Each of us are made from life experiences create the person we are. The description told of someone with many thoughts and desires. I like the ending. We must fight to keep our sanity and dreams alive. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Shadows of Memories]

could never imagine even the imagery of the fight can be personified and that too so well! wonderful poem with so much of depth, strength and truth. And an extremely well weaving of your sentence-phrasing.Thanks again

[Philip Smith]

A lot of inner strength was involved in writing this piece that just about said all there is to say for women. I'm a male but you made me feel your fight, your battle. Well done. You had me as the reader rooting for you through out. Nice job of the rhymes too. They served a greater purpose. Thanks for letting me come into your life.