Is this a good poem about being contained and abused?
Posted by: Alan in bone cancer in dogs treatment, tags: about, abused.., being, contained, good, poem, thisQuarantined like a disease
My cell full of flies
I walk with a seeing eye dog
Stitches sewn in my eyes
I feel the back hand of fate
I swear it is rape
The way it tortures me
My life he sedates
I lash out in ways that are inhuman
I go back to my primal instinct
Because of the way he stains my leather
In matters that are most distinct
For you can read the story imprinted on my skin
Of a monster who rapes my rights
For no moment do I get of solitude
Neither sunshine nor moonlight
He blackens my lungs more than any smoke may
He infects me just like a cancer
For he is the god in my realm
It is to him that I must answer
My colors have been smudged and ruined
My pages torn beyond repair
For I have washed into the gutter
Nobody to answer my prayers
My brain has been beat and battered without one word spoken
My bones purge out my skin, blood ridden, smashed and broken
When I call for help I only reach the wolf instead
So then no body believes me,
Not even one tear shed.
My outsides are blackened and splattered with carmine
On the inside I am falling apart,Dying,
Never to speak again
Oh and i am only 14 haha

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