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Fate
Contributed by
JadedExistence
on
Monday, 26th January 2004 @ 12:59:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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As the blow lands
I'm no longer there
Looking down on myself
I'm up in the air
I see the impact
I see myself fall
As I hit the ground
I hear myself bawl
I see you look at me
With anger in your face
You grab me and start walking
And I try to keep pace
We walk for a minute
And reach the hall
I try to keep up
But stumble and fall
You kick me then
In the side of my head
I try to stand up
But I feel like lead
You pick me up and throw me
And I hit the door
My head starts spinning
As I fall to the floor
Over and over
The blows start to land
I touch my face
See the blood on my hand
As the world turns dark
I know it's too late
The man hitting me
Has decided my fate
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Re: Fate
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Saturday, 1st May 2004 @ 12:57:41 AM AEST
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I assemble articles for posting on transgender yahoogrops. One of the current threads we're following is the trial of a murder in Hayward, CA, in 2002: Gwen's alledged killers beat her with fists and bricks for two hours before hitting her over the head with a shovel to ensure she was dead.
This poem brings up those emotions of helplessness and anger....who the hell are these abusers to do such evil without an expectation of retribution? Does the retribution never come?
Well, your poem hit a nerve in me, eh? I feel your poem is very well written. |
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