I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.
Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,
The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.
The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.
An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.
This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.
The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.
i love this poem. it brought alot of thoughts to my mind because i'm goin through a divorce because my husband beat me and alot of other stuff. i get depressed alot cause i'm only 18 and i have a 5 month old son and its hard doing it all alone. but i really love this poem
Keep speaking and writing from your heart and draw from what you know and what you will learn. Keep up the good work.
Hey, I love this sestina.. read my poem, I hate doors.. It too is a sestina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This me world abused, My life a world of pain, Memories of hate, The smell of confusion, The darkness of my depression, A life used. I loved that part, if you would read my poem Abused it is a little bit similar to your amazement.