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A Portrait of Domestic Violence
Contributed by
foxmulder32
on
Wednesday, 20th June 2007 @ 06:30:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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She sat upon my living room floor,
She had been here time and time before,
With swollen eyes and many tears,
She began to pour out all her fears,
Fears of what leaving him might do,
Fears of starting life anew,
I felt sick with justified worry,
I knew she’d go back with a simple sorry,
I looked upon her blackened bruises,
I knew she’d fall for one of his ruses,
I sat down and took her arm,
“Leave him” I whispered “He has caused you harm”,
She wept and sobbed as she tried,
To form an answer that would confide,
“I can’t take this anymore” she wailed,
“But everything I’ve tried has failed”,
My mind wandered to deeds better left unsaid,
I knew she would not mind if he was found dead,
I gazed out into the rain,
And forced the ideas out of my brain,
I heard a yell from far outside,
“Come out darling, I’m sorry” it lied,
She stared up at me from behind her hand,
“Don’t go” I pleaded “Don’t sing to his band”,
She stood up without a word,
It was like she had not heard,
She walked out my door with a backward glance,
As if to say “I’ll take another chance”,
Three days has passed since then,
She’s back on my floor once again,
This time worse then it was before,
But still she goes back for more,
Her bravery I could never compare,
I could never enter a dragon’s lair,
What runs this woman’s fire?
Could it be madness or desire?
To keep a man in her life?
To be the perfect wife?
Late in the blackness of night,
A sound filled the air that was not right,
A wailing like ghosts from natures past,
A howling that seemed to last,
A hundred years before I caught sight,
Of the source that caused much fright,
Nothing more then an ambulance,
That stopped just short of my fence,
It was followed by a car with lights up above,
Which flew down the lane like a startled dove,
I watched as the car stopped dead,
Two men in blue were bathed in red,
The siren halted but the light did not,
Had the woman enacted her plot?
I prayed as the men ran to her house,
I stared through the window,
Timid as a mouse.
A woman was soon carried away,
In a body bag was where she lay,
The police would not disclose the facts,
They waved their hands and turned their backs,
The news revealed the end of the game,
This lady of light had blown out her own flame,
I know I’ll see her again,
When the time comes for me to be lain,
Down to lie in a dusty hole,
Under the ground,
There rests my soul.
She lives in heaven, away from the pain,
Leaving behind a life with no gain.
Copyright ©
foxmulder32
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2007-06-20 18:30:44]
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Re: A Portrait of Domestic Violence
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 20th June 2007 @ 06:41:44 PM AEST
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Well I hope you got an A on this write 'cause it's out standing.
It's heart wrenching but incredible writing.
Welcome to the site.
Huggs,
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Re: A Portrait of Domestic Violence
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by Dom on
Wednesday, 20th June 2007 @ 06:49:40 PM AEST
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This poem makes an upsetting read, the ending is gutting, but you have portrayed it well with just enough emotion.
Good write,
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Re: A Portrait of Domestic Violence
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by Immortal-Dragon21 on
Thursday, 21st June 2007 @ 02:38:29 AM AEST
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wow this is a powerful write you have a way of conjuring up images it makes me think back on past events if you get time you might want to check out some of my work on here
peace
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Re: A Portrait of Domestic Violence
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by shelby on
Thursday, 21st June 2007 @ 09:45:43 AM AEST
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I agree I hope there is an A for this.....
You captured such emotion with this write.
Haunting infact like you had lived it yourself.
Brought back a few memories of my own.
Incredible writing on such a sad and deadly subject
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Re: A Portrait of Domestic Violence
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 21st June 2007 @ 10:30:33 AM AEST
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The Ghost Alarms want to first say, foxmulder, you have not discovered our mystery yet. We are destined to be the unanswered X.
At this time, the Ghost Alarms would like to state that we are wearing are tragedy masks in honour of your poem. Simultaneously staring at your words, to the floor and back to your words again. We found such tremendous sadness in your poem. So sad, in fact, that alarms will continue to sound throughout the night in remembrance of such a strike. We are not certain of the reality of the words, concerning yourself. The Ghost Alarms, however are certain that such tragedies exist in forms of many; many more than us. We have known several deaths for we are many. And though the stories behind them sometimes go unheard, simultaneously standing, we salute your alarm, your poem, your heart. The Ghost Alarms are sad.
Wishing you more unsolved mysteries foxmulder.... The Ghost Alarms |
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