Precious Things....

Precious Things....

A Poem by Muse
"

If this makes you sick...then there is hope for humanity.

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Shhh
innocence will
 
d
 r
i
p
 
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 BE STILL 

my child.
Let me remind you,

what is spoken and said.
Your hopes and dreams,
they must be
bled.
 
Be a good little Girl,
who loves me back,
as I pretend to care.
Your dress is all filthy,
with lice in your hair.
 You've left me,
 a disgusting mess.
I'll wash out the vomit.
A dirty mouth
 needs Bleach,
 and a good dose of Comet.
 
It's okay my darling.
You'll heal with the pain.
FEEL
this needle and thread.
My precious...
precious thing.
 
You need a hug?
Here's a good squeeeeeeze.
 
Soft skin and bones,
to love and to hold.
Why do you wrestle?
We need to
cut/deep,
don't put up a tussle.
Purge and be empty,
only guilt can you keep.
 
 
** Shhhhh **
Don't cry....
peace be with you.
It's just the skin peeling back.
Your world will
feel safe, when it finally
converts BLACK.
 
 

© 2014 Muse


Author's Note

Muse
Please don't pass judgement on me. My inspiration is sincere, even if it's a bit dark for some. My daughter was very ill recently, and I was sleeped deprived on top of it all. I could not stand looking at her, she looked so ill, and she was desperate to feel better. And for some reason or other; I started thinking about the Mothers that harmed their own children on purpose....to get attention. Better known as Munchausen Proxy Syndrome. It made me SICK, thinking about it. This writing came from these thoughts, and from my own broken child hood. I often feel like the little girl being sqeezed to death in this picture. There are so many forms of abuse out there. And I think this form of abuse is the sickest of them all. It's both emotional and physical. FYI, my daughter is well now, but it was a week of ugly emotions for me.

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I too am a father,
I understand the mentality behind this. I also see a bit the true darkness within. Not to say you would harm your child or any child, but as to say there are those you would harm if the reasons were right or the time appropriate. I am impressed at how freely you throw yourself into the arms of your concept. You truly exist within it even if only temporarily, I can't say how temporarily. No, that's a piece for another time. I see a 2... 3... 4... sliding into a five. This is ever so haunting. thanks for the suggest I love it.
Sincerely
Christopher

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Muse

11 Years Ago

ache...she pushed me over the edge two years ago with a mystery illness...I was starting to get scar.. read more
Muse

11 Years Ago

I consulted with a friend before sharing this...I was scared of being judged.
unsavable_soul

11 Years Ago

This I greatly understand,
But someone wise recently told me to push the envelope. I agreed .. read more



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Dark, powerful and very well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Behind closed doors , unspeakable things can happen. The facade of normality often is just that, a facade. You have a way with words even if the theme is pretty dark.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

How sad! But such powerful words you created here!
I'm glad your daughter is well!
The poem made my heart pull and ache..
Just a powerful piece!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

my heart aches.. I am so glad you child is well.. this is a powerful piece..

Posted 12 Years Ago


I came back...It's still powerful

Posted 12 Years Ago


Soundness of mind means being able to conform to social standards, this doesn't quite cover the extremes that can (and will) take place in the darker regions of home. I think this poem illustrates these darker regions quite well, and this writer is absolutely correct in suggesting one doesn't need to be personally morbid to make such illustrations. In fact, one needs to be personally bright to communicate this so well. And this is illustrated so very well! Thanks Muse for sharing this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has a simple heaviness to it. I love it, it's beautful. I felt like I was the one being squeezed as I started to read it, it had me holding my breath. At the end I felt relief with the 'BLACK', as I realised how real this is in life and that possibly the little one will be happier and free from suffering if her soul is released from this life she knows.

I know what you mean about emotions coming from a deep place while sleep deprived. Some of my most meaningful pieces have come from the same lack of sleep.

Very emotive...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Powerful poetry is definitely the best kind. Sometimes, the darkest thoughts are the ones that hold the power to shock, to reveal, to expose...
There is a message in your work here that is so black and white, so ominous, that it creates a powerful picture of abuse. Well written, an important piece.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Wow. This was disgusting, but in a good way. It makes me sick to think of all people who have children and then do something to harm them or even kill them later on. There is no reason for such a person to do something to harm an innocent child. And that's partially coming from my own broken childhood. I'm glad you're daughter is well now, and amazed that such feelings came out in this fantastically dark piece. Nicely done.

~Anna Rose

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

beautiful expression of an ugly fact of life...thank you for sharing this

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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