"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." C.S. Lewis
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Shadows
I saw it like I saw everything
That looked just like those nights
Just like those days
Inevitable
And moving slowly
Outside of my body
The darkness walked in on me again
A wave of dark seduction
That I know like the back of my hand
There were two this time
Like shadows cast over the room
And all of a sudden
I become aware of my curves
And ashamed
I pulled up my shirt
And made sure that my pants
Were tied as tight as I could
Maybe a string could keep someone out of my pants
For once
You won't get me
And I know no one will protect me
So let me be
Let me be
Because I swore once upon a time
That I would never scream
Never again
The death curdling sound of innocence being stolen
Again
Not again
Never again
I've seen the same scene
Over and over again
Just different people
And another place
Don't take this away
I know deep down
That I have to deserve more
Then torn clothes
And broken dreams
Don't take that away from me
But the scene played out
Perfectly
My only defense was the death grip
Of my thighs begging not to be pulled apart
Again
And pulling my shirt up as quickly as I could
As they were
Taking as they pleased
Like soldiers in a conquered city
And when they finally had enough
I watched them go
Looked back at the fallen city
Left in rubble and ash
That was my shame
My shame
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1 comment:
very well written... but it broke my heart. there is fear in it that no one should ever have to experience. =(
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