Sandra jacks

Rookie (1991 / arizona)

Secret Weapons - Poem by Sandra jacks

I saw you as a stranger,
I looked at everyone as a stranger,
even my own family was a stranger,
in my life I felt pain,
deep deep pain,
emotional pain,
the kind that will torture you,
the kind of pain that can completely...kill you...if you're not careful..
but instead of feeling the pain I grabbed it and hid it,
it was mine to keep and no one could have it,
and it turned my............ emotions
into...........nothings
caring about.........nothing
loving and wanting.........no one and nothing
and it was black...
and there was darkness and hardness and pain and hurt
indiscreetly................ hurtinghurtinghurting until I bled
until I died,
until the pain became so heavy that
life itself could no longer be bore on my own shoulders
and so I tried to take it (life that is)
but life stayed....
all the distance between me and everyone else
became very clear because life stayed when I tried to take it
and I was lost and alone and hurting and dieing even though life stayed
I was terrified of hurting so I stayed away from everyone,
no one could see it,
it was my weapon,
and secret weapons are never revealed....
until it's too late and they've already destroyed everyone around them..
And so I did just that..
The end.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 22, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 22, 2011


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