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Category:
Poetry › Free Verse
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
434
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of poetry. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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No one knows quite like how it is to be me...
No one know what its like to be free...
Love flows through each one of us day by day.
But there is one out of the many that soon will betray.
His hands are rough, and painful with every slap.
I soon will lose this battle that has ever so more then often wins over me.
I am again....in his web. I am in his trap.
No more significance, to the justifiable nature. Of his uncerntainty.
I dont claim to know who I am.
All I know Is that I am the one who is eager to be defined and free, of this tormented behavior.
His murderous grip, clutches my thoughts. I am guilty of one thing.
The bleeding tear comming down my aching cheek.Oh how each time i try to duck, his hand strikes me and it stings. Im mistreated and defeated everyday.
But I never know what to say. Or the way to run, to a new life.
A pain always stops me dead in my tracks. The deep stab of a knife.
Holds me true in my stance. Like he has rippped all, even my innocence that makes me whole. His heart is now dead and cold, like the rest of his forsaken soul. But I am yet to be free and clear. Because I still hold that body in fear.
(c) Monica T. 2005
No one know what its like to be free...
Love flows through each one of us day by day.
But there is one out of the many that soon will betray.
His hands are rough, and painful with every slap.
I soon will lose this battle that has ever so more then often wins over me.
I am again....in his web. I am in his trap.
No more significance, to the justifiable nature. Of his uncerntainty.
I dont claim to know who I am.
All I know Is that I am the one who is eager to be defined and free, of this tormented behavior.
His murderous grip, clutches my thoughts. I am guilty of one thing.
The bleeding tear comming down my aching cheek.Oh how each time i try to duck, his hand strikes me and it stings. Im mistreated and defeated everyday.
But I never know what to say. Or the way to run, to a new life.
A pain always stops me dead in my tracks. The deep stab of a knife.
Holds me true in my stance. Like he has rippped all, even my innocence that makes me whole. His heart is now dead and cold, like the rest of his forsaken soul. But I am yet to be free and clear. Because I still hold that body in fear.
(c) Monica T. 2005