Battered

Battered March 18, 2014 at 4:37am Bruised ,blemished, blamed,befell, caught beneath your angry spell, Bequeathed to you my battered soul. I have withstood your angry hell, My face that tempts the fatal blow; Battered by reckless insecurities. My eyes tell- tales where err I go. Passion's blow or furious fist-? I can no longer live with this; My absence, shall the fire quell. How now ,I bow out gracefully,? When there's nothing beautiful left to show.

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Vince Suzadail Jr.

Date: 6/29/2014 9:59:00 PM

This subject needs more exposure. PFAs do NOT work. It takes so much courage to come out of the situation.

Vicki Acquah
Date: 7/1/2014 5:10:00 AM

i SO AGREE VINCE

Kathryn Collins

Date: 3/23/2014 7:16:00 AM

Dear Vicki - In a footnote from your the last poem you talked about courage can be taking care of someone else. Taking care of yourself takes just as much courage. I'll bet you are pretty courageous. lvoe, Kathy

John Loving Iii

Date: 3/22/2014 3:51:00 PM

passions blow? this is the first time i heard this.

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 3/19/2014 1:23:00 PM

Yes, my dear there is still something beautiful for you to show: Your soul! My heart aches reading your verses, each verse a brutal blow! I hope this represents not the reality but is just a poem, A. Very powerful one though! Thank you!

Vicki Acquah
Date: 3/19/2014 3:55:00 PM

LUV YOU Demetrios- THANKS..FOR YOUR DEPTH OF INSIGHT ALWAYS.