Hafza Ali

Rookie - 12 Points (15/05/1998)

My Darkest Hour - Poem by Hafza Ali

How hard it must to be pick all her damaged pieces without telling anyone how she felt.
Every night you flash across me, with that greasy, unforgiving smile that I would never forget. I remember your disgusting hands touching me, leaving trials I would never forgive on my body as I would be forever scraping till my body is six feet deep. I could never forgive. I was so hopeful. I was daisy you tarnished me and turned me into something I could never look at ever in my life. But everyone expects me to move on smile and forget everything what you did since they did not feel the torture, they do not want to hear about it every time. I could see it in their eyes what they are thinking ‘darling it was your own fault’ but there mouth are saying how sad and tragic it is. Yes! It is tragic. Tragically beautiful, if broken was an art, I would be a masterpiece, but it is not and no one wants something broken in case it destroys their perfect little life. But what do I do? I can’t end this, I have to live through it every day and night, smiling through the pain that is destroying me inside. I can never look at my own family the same away ever again, because you destroyed their little daughter and took away their love for her, greedily without considering the aftermath.

Topic(s) of this poem: acceptance, broken, darkness, dilemma, hardships , light, love and life, love and loss, positiveness, real

Poet's Notes about The Poem

late night thinking.

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  • Kelly Kurt (4/2/2015 6:22:00 PM)

    I feel your pain, Hafza. You released at least some of it into this poem.
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 2, 2015

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