Description: FYI: This was written for a friend - I was not sexually abused when I was younger...
A Vendetta -------------------------------------------
My mind keeps whirling
Drifting in and out of reason
I see your pain and hidden scars
Young fleshed pierced by old hands
Held back from exacting your revenge
By the laws that protect his perversions
Waiting in the dark and rain
For his light to go out
In the dark of his cold house
I tremble not at my task
Wrapping the rope around my hands
Tightening the rope around his throat
So many nights I thought to end it
Leaving the cruelty of this world behind
Seeing how you smiled at my defeat
Watching as you ignored me finally
At the cost of someone younger
Stopping before your final breath
Waiting for recognition in your eyes
Recognizing whose hands your death came from
Realizing my patience and control
Knowing fate and the law will catch up
Putting me away for taking a life
But no one was there for you, my child
Like no one was there for me
I feel a little guilty for enjoying this ,but it is needed,someone to speak for abused children,
The laws that protect his perversions wow how horrible,you speak for alot of people.
thank tou,
diablo tapitio
We were on the same wave length recently, I can see. This piece is written so well I feel as if I'm witnessing the abuse and ready to go after the abuser myself. I feel almost selfish in being grateful for never standing in the shoes of a child going through such hell. You certainly open eyes with this one, Lisa. Thank you for being the caring person you are! Sharon
I loved this the first time I read it, and I love it now too.
"Young fleshed pierced by old hands"
That's terrible, but I like the wording.
You know, my uncle was just telling me a story earlier that's similar to this.
A pedophile was giving his kids money and taking somewhat inappropriate pictures of them. When he found out, he went to the cops but they said they couldn't do anything for one reason or another, so he pulled the guy out of his house and beat him all the way to 7-11.
Anyway, you already know how I feel about this one, but apparently I always have more to say.
I like the title too. It fits perfectly.
We fall alone into our beds, shivering.
Lights, they need turning off,
or need to be dimmed.
Focus: smiles in grated clockwork,
time slow-sheened and waiting
for home
to come calling,
for life to become bright
and knowing--
We fall alone. And I...
can't find my room tonight.
A note of empathy, not that I've ever been in that situation either, but all those negative feelings have a place in this world, no matter how much it's not wanted or needed.
Lisa
This is absolutely and incredible and very powerful well worded write
Sadly I know to well of the pain you are describing
I have seen how abuse can destroy a poor helpless child for life working with Children as I have in the past
You words are incredibly accurate
To tell you the truth by the end of this write I was crying
I lost a very dear best friend at the age of 24 because he couldnt deal with the pain inside and eventually commited suicide
Lisa this is by far the strongest of your writes I have read and you know I have read everyone of them
You are one incredible writer
God Bless You Lisa for caring enough to write this
God Bless
Ron
Submission Name: A Vendetta
