Violated

A poem about the pain of being violated

Violated

By Jack Ivey

 

True to the sense of alarming displeasure

Charcoal now dust on the treacherous skies

Bound head to toe in a mountain of panic

Whimpers now cast on in spite of the cries

 

Foliage bears not a striking resemblance

Tear stained distractions in puddles now play

Tossed to the side like a left over meatloaf

Here neath the branches of overhead sway

 

Pulsing erupts near the flamed violation

Pounding, her head in the vise grip of life

Strange disillusions, bent shadows now preaching

Sewn in the tapestry, threaded by strife

 

Some say the sun it shall rise in the distance

On the horizon once burnt orange kissed

Swollen her eyes find that focus is fruitless

Images flashing the might of his fist

 

Penned in the script of this nightmare awaiting

Lower the curtains, this show never ends

Feast on the sight built of helpless position

Countless the thoughts that a mind must defend

 

Flesh bearing scars cut so deep in the darkness

Placed on this platter of catered delights

Shame now the portal to corners for hiding

Taken, her dreams on the edge of this night

 

Author's Note

Darkness hold many evils.