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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Bruised
[time] => 2003-02-09 17:20:00
[hometext] => This poem is about a women who is being murdered by her lover.
[bodytext] => My screams are left unheard
and my cries determined invisible. Left with a world so black, so that I fear any movement may cause my sudden death. My dreams and passions have been stolen from me. I feel as though I'm left with nothing. Stripped until I'm left naked, freezing and laying out in the cold. As I look down at my shivering self, I'm covered in dark purple bruises. Scars seared into my legs and arms, bleeding ever so slowly as I cry. I try once again to yell for help, but it's all still useless and pathetic. Life is no longer a choice, but a loss. Death is the last option, so I weep. I don't want the darkness now, or ever. But I seem to be left with no choice. I'm engulfed in my death and sadness, and the pain is fading away. I'll remember what was done today, don't think you'll get away clean. Guilt will haunt you later on. The bruises, scars, and blood is left-- even if my soul, voice, and heart isn't. You're the only suspect in this crime and it's hard to believe this was done from love. Love shouldn't be pain, let alone death. But this is the dark love no one sees, and for some reason it was given to you. And I was left here to receive it. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Anna [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 14 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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