Vicki Acquah Poet Iambic Pentameter

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. June 29, 2014 at 9:59 PM This subject needs more exposure. PFAs do NOT work. It takes so much courage to come out of the situation. Vicki Acquah July 1, 2014 at 5:10 AM i SO AGREE VINCE

Kathryn Collins March 23, 2014 at 7:16 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 March 22, 2014 at 3:51 PM passions blow? this is the first time i heard this.

Demetrios Trifiatis March 19, 2014 at 1:23 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 March 19, 2014 at 3:55 PM LUV YOU Demetrios- THANKS..FOR YOUR DEPTH OF INSIGHT ALWAYS.