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Fear and Hate

first time as a child felt the weight of fear and hate
punishment for innocence of being so  young
violation and vile  taste gather faceless plate
unrelenting blackness  crept up my flesh and stung

thrown into poignant  weeping and gnashing of teeth
nauseating  existence of  egregious beast
smite ignited  evil entombed underneath wreath
wrath  flicker fragments slowly release healing  feast


1/25/2017

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Connie Marcum Wong

July 28, 2017 at 2:16 PM

Child abuse used to be called discipline in my world. I can somewhat relate to this heart wrenching poem Eve. Congratulations on your wonderful win! : )

Afzal Nusker

July 28, 2017 at 10:48 AM

Not a good feeling at all. I can somewhat relate to it. Congrats on your win. Huggss

Beautiful Scars

July 28, 2017 at 7:09 AM

Very deep and goes well with the picture. Great poem sweet Eve!!!

Beautiful Scars

March 15, 2017 at 11:04 AM

so deep and powerful Eve...scary and sad...thank you and congrats :)-luloo

Paul Callus

March 14, 2017 at 12:26 PM

I have read the poem and the comments below, Eve, and I have been touched by your ugly experience and the way you write about it. No child should ever ever have to go through something so cruel. Time heals, but the scar remains. Thank you for sharing such a deep personal experience. Hugs // paul // congrats on your win.

Pandita Sietesantos

March 14, 2017 at 11:19 AM

Congrats to you, my dear Eve, for a well-deserved win! A-7 for this excellent, emotive piece decrying the evils of abuse! No one should have to endure such pain and I am so sorry that you were subjected to such horror, my friend. God bless and hugs. Pandita

Andrea Dietrich

January 30, 2017 at 3:08 PM

I agree with Afzal. A very expressive one, Eve. We can tell that you are familiar with fear and hate. The healing is a great way to end it.

Afzal Nusker

January 27, 2017 at 10:44 PM

Very expressive and touching. A 7

Tim Smith

January 25, 2017 at 9:33 PM

I am right there with you on this...This is unforgivable and I pray for their souls.

Eve Roper

January 25, 2017 at 10:22 PM

Thank you, Tim, bless you... Hugs Eve

Charlie Smith

January 25, 2017 at 9:03 PM

I have no mercy for someone that would even think of violating a child. There is no defense of that act. This write bothers me in so many way, thus it must have succeeded...

Eve Roper

January 25, 2017 at 10:21 PM

I'm so sorry , Charlie, I've made you sad..No matter how old a person is negative things always stay with you. Today is my 66 birthday why I thought and wrote of it I don't know.. but I guess is part of healing Hugs

Agnes Krampe

January 25, 2017 at 8:32 PM

This is a strong poem on a heartbreaking subject. I am sorry about your experience, Eve.

Eve Roper

January 25, 2017 at 10:17 PM

Thank you, Agnes, :,( no child should experience such things, but it still goes on.. Hugs Eve

Frederic Parker

January 25, 2017 at 6:37 PM

As a child of an abusive parent I spent many times curled up in a ball..I relate quite well to this poem...

Frederic Parker

January 26, 2017 at 10:23 AM

The sadness of a stolen childhood never leaves, the bond of trust broken by violence scars and affects ones ability to ever trust anyone without total proof

Eve Roper

January 25, 2017 at 7:54 PM

Thank you, Frederic, there has to be some kind of shield to protect children. Opening my soul here, I was about 8 years old and an uncle tried .. I was lucky to escape through a small opening before it got to bad. Then about 13 mom was going to leave me with him for awhile because I was ill and she didn't want to take me with her.. I broke down in fear and tears and gushed out what had happen... Mom found out later he had been doing it to all the nieces. My dad was very hard, but nothing compare to someone trying to rape a little girl. I still hear his whispers of shhh and don't tell at the age as I am..

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