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Rescued


Author: MysterydarkPoet
ASL Info:    20/f/Aust
Elite Ratio:    3.13 - 157 /295 /173
Words: 180
Class/Type: Poetry /Serious
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This is basically about someone who comes from a broken life, ovbviously a small child. Any kind of feed back is accepted- nit picking anything, im only a starter so its all taken into concideration.


Rescued



Wish with me,
Pray with me,
Blurred vision attacks you,
The songs of death arouse the dead
And off into the night you seek,
Try to find the place again,
Where in the arms of time you will keep,
Songs of death change to the hymns of life
And you almost find,
What was always missing in your life,
When the end of the dream comes,
The nightmare becomes reality,
And you wish you were someone else,
But wishes don’t come true,
Reality sticks like glue,
Struggling to diminish the taunting,
That beats your very existent
The current days that last forever,
And abuse bruises your heart
So come with me,
Wish with me,
Pray with me,
Stay with me,
Say your last sentence with me
Let go of your breathe,
Let me rescue you,
From the broken home,
The reoccurring nightmares
That sinks into your memory like lifemares,
Oh come now,
Rest my child,
In the arms of the angels
Forever you will sleep,
No more do you have to worry,
For no more shall you weep.




Submitted on 2005-11-14 03:40:32     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  discover urself and excel...i was actually carried away from d subject matter and immersed in ur rich usage of words, good diction and absolute creative...infact i envy u, permit to do another round of reading...
| Posted on 2006-01-12 00:00:00 | by realpassion | [ Reply to This ]
  Good job. At first I was thinking about how hard people work to find themselves, then when they do they want to turn around screaming. I started getting images of a little girl walking through a thick part of the woods in a nightgown that is tattered and torn, her face is slightly bruised and her eyes are puffy and red from crying. The images were very clear, though sad.

Child abuse is such a sad topic. There is nothing a child can do to defend themselves against it. It is definately a heartache, one that many people share.

Nicely done, it made me think. Kudos to you.
Krazy
| Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by Krazy | [ Reply to This ]
  Very well writen almost a vampire kind of thing.
I like your stile and I hope you keep up the good work! I would like to read more of your writings.
| Posted on 2005-11-14 00:00:00 | by whendt | [ Reply to This ]


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