Memories

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Memories

The pain that rakes my body is only the begging
it just touches the surface of really lays beneath
the constant throbbing with in my breast
i wish for it all to stop
their faces burned with in my mind
the who doesn’t matter
i long for got their names
forgot the who
when there’s been so many
all i remember is their faces
forever scorched inside me
leaving scars
deep with in
the searing pain of ripping into
screams swallowed beneath the tears
not a sound utter till
their Torturous ways were done
shall i tell you
in such detail
that will make you cringe and shake
do you even wish to know
how much pain a body can take
till it falls broken unmoving
breath shallow
wishing for death and it never coming
when at last you can take no more
you go begging at deaths door
only to be ignored
brought back from the dead
tears burning such icy cheeks
they say once you die you feel nothing
oh such lies
i saw horrified face
oh such a mess i had made
crimson life staining such porcelain floors
feel the breath being pushed in to my lungs
feel the pounding on my chest
words whisper
please, please
not now little wolf
one more day
hot tears dripping in my frozen face
oh why did they lie
you feel so much after death
my soul clinging to his words
fighting clawing screaming to break free
slowly, slowly
scorching blood
pushed deep with in my veins
shaking so cold
breath rushes back
heart pounds
blood my body dose not want
such blood not my blood
but his
tearing at his face
begging for death
pulling at the tubes
pushing his precious blood with in me
healing me
cannot reach deep enough can heal me there
i cannot hide my shame
as he sees i still bleed
not from my wrist
from some place most forbidden
torn broken used ruined
fury upon the face of my angle
as bruises spring to life
how many years
have you endure such pain
too long for far to long
innocence taken
long before the child became a woman
such words to harsh
for innocent a child
and left in its wake
is this dread full
creature who now lives
with such scars locked
deep inside
so that no eyes may see
and no soul shall touch
oh anything but the pain
anything but memories

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neicie09 commented on Memories

05-13-2009

Very good

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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