Gently Bruised

A poem about emotional abuse.

Tangled in mystery

Strapped within bemusement

Muddled with confusion

Tied to bewilderment.

Try as I might,

I cannot escape it's grasp

Of love and hate

Hope and despise.

Strong at heart,

Mind at clear

So why am I stuck

Swaying in its breeze?

Pulled into dishonesty

Trust decaying,

As I'm left drowning in sorrow

Drowning, but on your land

Still awake and gently swaying.

A tear escapes my eye

I wipe it in silence

The emptiness surrounds me

The kind that I'm used to

It come and goes as it wants

Never caring

Too blind to see.

But still, as hard as I may

I cannot bring myself to pull away

From it and it's nasty clutches

That swing me with evil grins

Smiles that quietly

Snap my heart

Yet it fills my gaps

I can't live with it and I apart

Broken shards

Of confidence I used to have

Stinging my skin

Around my figure, it violently wraps

And I have no one to blame

This time, 

Only I have brought myself to shame

Not leaving

Or walking away

So I'll stand here and take the pain

For I can't leave my only friend

Clinging onto any signs of love

But today, I will find none. 

Author's Note

This poem doesn't have anything to do with me, the words just flowed through my mind. But yes, the 'it' relates to a partner, and the poem (in first-person arrangement) is the victim of emotional abuse.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Too blind to see.
But still, as hard as I may
I cannot bring myself to pull away
From it and it's nasty clutches"
You brought to life the pain and hurt in this poem. Abuse of any kind can freeze a life and leave you in a bad place. No weakness in this outstanding poem.
Coyote