DOWNCHILD

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I wrote this after a friend of mine had been kidnapped by a serial killer who pummeled her for 10 days.

DOWNCHILD

DOWNCHILD
Free me, someone
anyone
the words 
never to be elevated
to sound.
How long 
in this darkness
had
my body wept
oozing unknown fluids
a momentary reprieve
if only my vision would return
the swelling subside
and this nightmare
disolve, fade
like fog from a dream.
The shivers
involuntary convulsing
bring their cold
deep
attaching the chill
the harshness of winter
to the breaks, fractures and seepage
where a peaceful soul
had once
taken residence.
I can't move
the chains
mere rewards
for those open eyes
satisfy, reassure
I shall remain
til morning comes
and the swelling, tearing
and breaking begin anew.
Today another section
passed over
at my times end
for a lack of intrest
as those less sensitive areas
provide no entertainment value
to this enigma
whose only focus
is to break and pummel my body
until I lose the strength
to resist, cry out
to hope, to let go
to see in the end
I didn't matter
God never existed
and my guardian angel
was nothing more
than a weight
I had to bear
because
a deluded mind
has selective beliefs and illusions
that form the basis
for my facade.
Will you remember
the vision
my blood trickling through snow
back into the busom
of mother earth
while I lay dying
senselessly.?


Free me, someone
anyone
the words 
never to be elevated
to sound.
How long 
in this darkness
had
my body wept
oozing unknown fluids
a momentary reprieve
if only my vision would return
the swelling subside
and this nightmare
disolve, fade
like fog from a dream.
The shivers
involuntary convulsing
bring their cold
deep
attaching the chill
the harshness of winter
to the breaks, fractures and seepage
where a peaceful soul
had once
taken residence.
I can't move
the chains
mere rewards
for those open eyes
satisfy, reassure
I shall remain
til morning comes
and the swelling, tearing
and breaking begin anew.
Today another section
passed over
at my times end
for a lack of intrest
as those less sensitive areas
provide no entertainment value
to this enigma
whose only focus
is to break and pummel my body
until I lose the strength
to resist, cry out
to hope, to let go
to see in the end
I didn't matter
God never existed
and my guardian angel
was nothing more
than a weight
I had to bear
because
a deluded mind
has selective beliefs and illusions
that form the basis
for my facade.
Will you remember
the vision
my blood trickling through snow
back into the busom
of mother earth
while I lay dying
senselessly.?

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Marsink commented on DOWNCHILD

01-18-2010

Much to contemplate here. Very compelling and emotive. It reads like an abortion, near full term (but the snow and outdoors precludes that) I don't know, but enjoyed you rvery skilled wording, Larry!

hoth2o

01/19/2010

thanks again for reading this. My friend was indeed kidnapped and held hostage for 10 days while this serial killer pummeled her.. It took a year before she could feed herself again.

Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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IT BEGINS ANEW 2
GRANDMA PLEASE 2
PUPPET MASTERS 2
Winter 1
INTELLECTUAL FODDER 0
DOWNCHILD 1
THE FACE 2
SYNAPTIC OUTBREAK 1
Mother Natures Yoke 4
Hi Books! 0
Winter 0
Simple Gifts 0
NIGHT COURT 1
ONCE WE WERE A FAMILY 1
Stains 3
First Pleasures 1
There Were....... 0
Two Proud Ladies 2
THE BALANCE 2
I Don'T Wan'T To Fall Down Again 0
look at you 2
Penny a Pound 1
Self 1
A Word from Our Sponsor 0
Thorns Included 1
Scalded 1
Night thoughts 1
The Shrine 2
NO VACCINE 1
LOVE AND BEAUTY TRANSFORMED 1
SILENT TEARS 2
ISLAND OF THE NIGHT 2
PILOT WITHOUT A FACE 0
Cry out! Cry Out! 1
CIRCULAR MISDiRECTION 2
THE KELIDESCOPE 2
Gossip 3
EXIT WOUNDS 6