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Off The Wall
Contributed by
jaeann
on
Monday, 12th October 2009 @ 12:08:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Off the wall
off the wall
she's always
falling
off the wall.
Pushed or jumped
side-stepped or
dumped.
She flies through
the forest all
aglow.
With no where to go
she's fallen battered
off the wall
off the wall...
If she erases all she's ever known
of trust
empties all from her plate
then tosses herself aside
before they can strike,
maybe they will hold
her long enough and
teach her to survive
on her own...
heal her from the
demons that have
ripped her heart
to dust...
But...
all they ever do is
validate the pain,
treasures be stolen
half truths spoken
the violation of her
body and soul
leaving her
breathless
heartless
broken and cold
with bruises that are
silently deadly
yet
touchably real.
No one could ever
cause pain enough to
hurt the little girl
more than she's already
been scarred....
no room left for the tears
until the flood
feeds the fears
pushed to the side
for one last
drop of hope that gets
torn from her gut while
she stands helpless
reaching for nothing..
ignorant of her sanity
devoid of an identity...
All the while
knowing
she'll never be enough
for any
but always too much
for one
never brave enough
to slay her own
dragons
that only exist in
her damaged mind....
lonely
scared
yet open and
yielding
she gives until
desolation envelops her....
The fog is never
lifted
her purpose left
unspoken
unrealized....
she aches for that
elusive air of
peace that
never comes
soon enough
or only just
past never mind....
she's growing weary
of the games of chance
that everyone wins
except her....
with nothing left
of her to give
she falls from grace
begging for the chance
to release her
screams
one last time...
to feel something....
anything but the searing
strike of the blade
as she
pulls it across her skin....
She's drowning
and no one
comes to her...
she's bleeding
and no one pretends
to see....
she's just a tokened game
to those who take
the ride...
they cash in their gold...
they relish in
their win...
share the wealth
they deny their
sins....
while she lays
battered
torn and
rocking...
left without the
strength to flip the switch
back on for them
or even off for herself....
no more able
to breathe....
the wires puncture
her soul
as she staggers
off the the forest
and the siren
fades again.
Off the wall
off the wall
she's always falling
off the wall...
Pushed or jumped
side-stepped or dumped
she flies through
the forest all
aglow....
With no where to go
she's fallen battered
off the wall
off the wall......
Copyright ©
jaeann
... [
2009-10-12 12:08:09]
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Re: Off The Wall
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by emystar on
Monday, 12th October 2009 @ 09:14:29 PM AEST
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I can relate to most of this amazing write.
Once our innocence is stripped from the little girl inside the rest is night marish.
Another masterpeice.
I'm sure there are many others that can relate.
Great job.
Huggs, blessings, healing,
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