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[sid] => 2226
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => If Looks could decieve you.......Part 1
[time] => 2002-08-13 10:17:08
[hometext] => Sometimes abuse goes unseen! This poem is so long I must break it in two parts!
[bodytext] => The shadow of childhood, so brutal and cold,
the stoke came at midnight, which boiled my soul, The back-stairway, she'd climb. like a black widow with fangs, Every creek, I could hear, sent a chill, through my veins, The black widow's venom, piercing always at night, I, fast asleep, in terrorized fright, Inside of my mind, I'd wish her away, she ..... like a fungus, a mildew, with stains, I dreaded each step, each vibrating sound, she was, like a disease ..... her venom, her crown, The fear in my bones, no other could see, my childhood, a virus, a scar, still unseen, Daunting and devilish, deceiving and cold, I wished to escape, but had no-where to go, She was the serpant, I was the prey, her bite, a huge flaw, corrupt was her brain, What lingered inside, felt bitter and cold, she grew like a fungus, heavy with mold, I ...... wishing my childhood, soon would be through, Away, I would travel,far from this wound, As than, I lay wishing, and trying, to dream, I was bit by the poison, the sting, still unseen, The black widow's venom, draining my spirit, I yelled, and I screamed, but no-one could hear it, The horror of childhood, I wish not to bear, the evil that lurked, could draggle the air, Cruel and warped, I was in trauma, help me, please help me,I'd cry out for momma, Would anyone care, if I wished myself dead, my childhood, the pain, the past, that I dread, I hungered, to escape, of hide somewhere else, but the venom, and poison, would then, leave a welt, The most terrible wound, I laid there and cried, the black widow, in laughter, hoping ....... I died, Then ..... the sword, the word of her tongue, cursing and swearing, making me numb, Wishing her evil, would soon take ahold, she'd jab, and she'd punch,and wouldn't let go, Soon I would smother, she'd wickedly respond, her head, now with thorns, the devil's grin on, I had no reply, my breath shallow and weak, my childhood memories, I wish not to seek, The nuisance of childhood, the irritating wrath, the black widow, the turmoil, the gouge, that comes back, Her bite so severe, if she could leave me to die, worse was her answer, the rage ...... of her eye, The leak of my childhood, piercing my veins, the haunt, and the horror, the lesion of pain, As I grew older, it even got worse, the black widow, of childhood, marked my soul, with a curse, Hatred ..... she had, since the time I was born, she wished me to perish, with a smile of scorn, Though she looked ...... quite disguised, with that mask, on her face, She set out .... to destroy me, as my days, I retrace, Her bite, was of hatred, the worse, I have seen, the base of a scoundrel, meaner than mean, If she could dissect me, and leave me to die, I could set out to perish, and rest in the sky, The spite she'd eject, felt like a blade, I had no protection, from this horrible raid, My childhood wasted, by this hidous thorn, at times, I had wished, I had never been born, Her soul possessed, by the voo-doo of evil, she soon became vomit, in which, I'd upheavel, The bruises on-top, of my tender new skin, hoped, the black widow, were never my kin, One day she announced, that she would be leaving, this vultur of childhood, in which I was seeing, Maybe just maybe, she'd never come back, The thought gave my heart, a beat to relax, [comments] => 1 [counter] => 233 [topic] => 39 [informant] => Valerie_Pearson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 25 [ratings] => 5 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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