Rape

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

Reviews

[Goddess Sophia (filomen..]

"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

[Tamela J. Gordon]

I am sincerely taken aback by how well you were able to capture this girls pain and emotions; almost as if you were her for a moment. That is utterly brilliant. Besides that fact that every word is used resourcefully and the flow is impeccable.

[Amber Nicole]

"And cut by the sharp edges
Of a love
She used to lust
After. Before laughter
Turned sore."

These lines sent shivers down my spine. Not good ones you'd get as if a spouse or lover were whispering in your ear, but as if I had been put in her place for a moment.

This poem is truly powerful. Not just because of the emotions the reader gets while reading it, but because it's her emotions that they're sharing.

This is supburb.

After I read this it made me think of my poem "Privacy Invaded". You should take a look at it if you've got the time. You might find something you like

[eli mercuree rue]

There is nothing much for me to say..

so i'll leave it at that.

[Marc James]

Very moving poem and, again, brilliantly written! I love your rhythm. This was pretty dark too, an angle I was surprised I enjoyed. Keep it up!

[Poeticpiers]

Cuts close to bone,Starkly realistic No wasted words. I felt the anguish portrayed so tersely

[Troy Baham Jr.]

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.

i really liked that stanza even though this entire poem was amazing. you never know how much something hurts when you're on the outside looking in...

[Tyka [curiosity, Creati..]

This peice is powerful simple but speaks pages.Thanx for sharing

[M J Moore]

She bled in silence as a sign
Of respect.

These last two really impact here. This is such a powerful piece, filled with sorrow and regret. The pain leaks from the pages, and it makes it such a strong piece.

thank you for sharing.

mj

[O'shea]

very touching poem

[Kemari Blue]

I would have to agree with my peers that this piece is utterly powerful. Not because of emotions it evokes...as the emotions were secondary for me.. It was the sense of loss, and it was the actions, jutted and sharp that I felt.. the feeling of how those actions might have affected a child of innocence. I think I also agree that this tends to lead to a more incestuous crime... the last line alludes to her silence.. in such a way that it sounds as if she suffered because she thought the punishment of fighting back might be more severe than the rape itself..

But alas, I'm not here to ponder the hidden meanings, merely to say that you so very eloquently captured the essence of the issue... of the inner turmoil.. it was much like opening a can of peaches, only to cut your finger on the jagged, uneven edge of the top of the can.

Beautiful work.

xoxox,
KeMari