THIS IS MY TIMEA Poem by iamcarolfierceA story of revenge that runs only in my head.
I curse you
And everyone who does fucked-up things like you You took away what had been given to me My innocence, my purity Out of many people I don't know why it would be you We belonged with the same blood line Yet what you did to me, you didn't mind I was so young and dreamy And you were old enough to guide me all I know is that I could trust you Yet you took advantage of me The mem'ries, still fresh As you move your hand inside my dress You kissed me, harassed me Looked into me saying nothing But that look served as a warning I was scared I was ashamed I fear about what would happen If I spill out your dirty secret So I hid myself under silence Years were added And I grew old Old enough to think about what had happened Old enough to stand up for myself And now I saw you Staring at me like a beast just like before But I won't let anything happen again This time, it would be myself who I will defend No one was around and you drew near me You held my hand and I yelled loud enough "This time you will not be the one who'll be satisfied!" In a snap, you we're lying down Face down on the floor, Blood all around I was laughing Loud and proud I continued my insanity When someone came around Yells and cries Echoed the room Questions of how's and why's Ran through my system I do not know the answer, I do not know what happened Moments later Everything sank in He took away my innocence I took away his life How could they say that I was wrong when it felt so right? They caught me off guard There's nothing left to do No more time to hide After all, for so many years I got what I want So I just raise my hands As I dropped the knife. © 2014 iamcarolfierceFeatured Review
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Added on January 20, 2011Last Updated on March 7, 2014 AuthoriamcarolfierceMANILA, PhilippinesAboutI used to have a great passion in writing before. Composed poems and songs, had written essays and stories. However, time made me a real bum. Vices and peers came and I forgot about writing. But no.. more..Writing
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