Rape

Rape

A Poem by Art Freeman

sadness dampens her pillows
inside and out
each comforter
loses its softness
and clout
yet
she's forced to find comfort
without


everything south is
soaked in tears
and premature sweat
her fear
has left evidence
a stain
on
sentiments of a self
to blame


ashamed of a child
she's now forced
to abort as the
first and last resort
a thought
she
uses as closure to an entry forced
wide open


shut from the world she trusts
hoping for something
taken abrupt
from someone still
infant enough
sweet
innocence turned sour
devoured


and cut by the sharp edges
of a love
she used to lust
after before laughter
turned sore
ignored
with each deep emotion
stored


a price she was forced
to afford
with no credit
for stature or esteem
thus a fetish
captured much of her
preteens
spent most of her time dreaming
deep dreams


sinking to the depths
of a shallow pool
of someone else's sweat
she sees scenes
drenched in regret with
colors
she bled in silence as a sign
of respect

© 2010 Art Freeman


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"She bled in silence as a sign
Of respect."

Very powerful line, complicated the entire piece for me. Evoking in me my own rage, my own pain. Innocence robbed from a youth, I would imagine this to be an incestous rape. Ashamed of child....gave me this thought.
You evoke alot of pain here...and you as a man have penned from the womens perspective with great passion. I am perplexed with the respect....aspect in the end...i want to know why she would have bled with respect....I am curious...who is it she was respecting...see i am all twisted up in this last line...
And maybe you intended this...
Thank you for the invite. Peace

Posted 17 Years Ago


23 of 23 people found this review constructive.




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This is powerful. I wish that I could take this girl up in my arms and tell her that it will get better, and make her believe it. Rape is so hard, because, as I have always said, a rapist kills you without having the decency to take your life.
All that emotion, from a few forceful words, that takes talent...

Posted 17 Years Ago


12 of 13 people found this review constructive.

so powerful. It really reached in and touched my nerves and scratched at my core. Good job.

Posted 17 Years Ago


13 of 14 people found this review constructive.

I love that the content is still there w/o this poem being at all vulgar

Posted 17 Years Ago


12 of 14 people found this review constructive.

Art. I love your name. It fits all work perfectly. WOW.

Posted 17 Years Ago


11 of 13 people found this review constructive.

This is a great poem. It really is. I really don't even have much to say except that this poem was so well written and I really enjoyed it!!!Great job!

Posted 17 Years Ago


12 of 14 people found this review constructive.

"Everything south is
Soaked in tears
And premature sweat.
Her fear
Has left evidence,
A stain,
On
Sentiments of a self
To blame."

That is brilliant writing and you express your thoughts beautifully. Thank you so much for your words.

~much love and respect

Posted 17 Years Ago


12 of 14 people found this review constructive.

Wow...that's all I can think of.

Posted 17 Years Ago


11 of 16 people found this review constructive.

I think that you are a very talented and gifted writer. Thank you for sharing the gift..you are inspiring. Even though you told the story of a woman, it's like you could relate to her pain also..I guess it's true when they say that we are all connected in the Universe. Abuse has affected many in life male and female. It's an unfair yet truthful reality for some including myself...Kudos to you for acknowledging the pain and "the bleeding sign of respect", for lost innocence, a lost life and the opportunity for her souls redemption.

Posted 17 Years Ago


16 of 16 people found this review constructive.

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Well, that was amasing! Truly amazing my dear, very inside the womans head.

Posted 17 Years Ago


14 of 16 people found this review constructive.

And cut by the sharp edges
Of a love
She used to lust
After. Before laughter
Turned sore.
Ignored
With each deep emotion
Stored.



&



Sinking to the depths
Of a shallow pool
Of someone else's sweat.
She sees scenes
Drenched in regret. With
Colors
She bled in silence as a sign
Of respect.

I'm amazed.


Posted 17 Years Ago


13 of 15 people found this review constructive.


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Art Freeman
Art Freeman

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