Wake me when it's overA Poem by NightfeatherIt is painful to be drained of one's light but it is not painful to enlighten the temporary darkness.Wake me when it’s over I peel my
skin, but the stains are still there. Nesting in
my soul, so I cannot re-forget. These ‘monsters’
were always longing for my tear, But their pitiful
desires could never be met. They pulled
me into their darkness again, For my pain
is the thing that pity cannot reset...
I scream ‘stop’,
but ‘their’ smiles play ignorant. Always
wishing for my life to disconnect, Why are
they so fixated on my defect…? My happiness
is raped again, pregnant of their fake judgment. Painting my
body and heart with a bruise… And leaving
me to birth their own pitiful ‘issues’,
They can break
every bone in my weary body, But my soul
shall never succumb to their violence. For
violence is for the weak and love is for the strong! I am not
the only one that longed for a guidance, For many
have but one thing to wish, a place to belong. So their ‘leaves’
can finally revert to their once beautiful tree.
They can
try to cloud our sky, but our sun will always shine, For they have
overlooked our boundary. It is time
for our true selves to wake up! Construct
your ‘materials’, for our hearts deserve a buildup.
You told me:
“Wake me when it’s over”, I shall remind
you that you are still alive, Shall we
live life, so we may reach our eternal thrive? Open your eyes, and may our souls feel eternal rapture. ©Mitchell Samuël
Gordon © 2015 NightfeatherAuthor's Note
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Added on August 30, 2015Last Updated on September 4, 2015 Tags: Poetry, Philosofy, Bullying, Domestic violence AuthorNightfeatherAmsterdam, North-Holland, NetherlandsAboutHello, my real name is Mitchell Samuël Gordon :) Writing enhances my mind and soul, cleaning my thought of the world around me. Forging a pleasant feeling, called satisfaction. I am a writ.. more..Writing
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