989 Past Abuse Poem by V F

989 Past Abuse



How wretched I felt
How dirty and unclean
Like putrefying meat
My soul would cringe
If anybody even glanced at me
Why do such things happen?
Why does a wonderful life lie wasted?
I still cannot speak what I feel
My innermost thoughts boil and come to the surface
But die on my lips unspent..
What happened to me was a part of life
I would have understood and walked on
Had some helping hand comforted me then
But I thought I had no one and so
chose to bury it deep in the hidden recesses of my mind
Never to be revealed never to be sunned
Till they turned to poison
And started eating away my insides
I am trying desperately
To coat them as pearls
And live on…

(12th February 2002)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Scott Austin 30 January 2008

This is a wonderful piece of work, the pain of such acts must be released in order for your life to be at peace. Scott

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