My Voice

free-verse poem

My Voice

 

 

My sharp, piercing voice of a raven

will slam your face against a wall,

to awaken you from your drunken stupor.

 

Like an ocean,

my voice will reach far away continents,

to the destiny of many ears.

 

My message is as razor sharp as a cleaver.

I long to tell the world of a vile

man who raped me of my virginity,

an evil man that took something that wasn't his,

my peace of mind,

my sanity.

 

I want to see him locked up forever,

for what he did to me.

 

I long to see his manhood

taken violently from him,

like he took my voice from me.

 

I want the world to hear my pain

and agony from that day long ago.

Reviews

[Brian W. Hastings]

Not sure I know how to put the power I felt from this into words.

[Wolfwind Words]

Bold and direct! The powerful emotions behind such a piece certainly explode outward and touch the readers. Strong Ink!

Hugs!
Wolfie

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You've described the pain well and we can hear your cry of anger loud and clear. As Craig said, powerful.

[An owl on the moon]

This has such a stunning power.. You have given voice to pain and your story, and in these words there is a freedom..