Tansy Roekaerts Poet Rhyme

My Pain Is My Own

My life I leave without a fight
Those vile creatures in their spite
Have taken hold of all I own
And dragged me back to where they roam
The forests of the night.

Their eyes aglow with bestial greed
They slither round at sickening speed
Their sympathy is no defence
Their clamouring but a mere pretence
It‘s my raw grief they need.


It’s me they crave but not my flesh
These weeping wounds that bleed afresh
But lubricate the coiling mesh
That tight encircles me.
They feast upon my fear and pain
And stoke the embers yet again
To full blown tragedy.


Yet still no tears have I let flow
The bleak despair I’ll never show
That they would have me cede
Should I find arms to confort me
So loving and strong they'd have to be
Seeking not to stem the bleed. 

4/12/20
126 words

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Silent One October 25, 2020 at 12:22 AM I can see the improvement from your previous poem... Your rhyme scheme has changed, which is always good to try something different. I can see there raw emotions in this poem just like your others.... We all wear a mask where we do not show the real emotions we hold inside, but once in a while, we meet people who see beyond and feel the pain and sorrow you hold inside... I hope you find strong loving arms that accept you and understand your battle scars.. Silent One October 25, 2020 at 12:25 AM How will they know of your fears, if they don't understand your pain...

Sl Davis October 24, 2020 at 8:18 PM Your words were perfectly chosen and the emotions in the lines you wrote create an intense picture of your title. I could feel the pain and anguish. The poem flows well with the rhythm and rhyme you used. Awesome work keep it up!

Susan Ashley October 24, 2020 at 2:56 PM Tansy, your affecting last three lines speaks strongly to the commitment of your title. A compelling poem of anguished emotions that you fully own, with such a wonderfully rhythmic rhyme scheme. Deep and emotive! Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Tansy Roekaerts October 24, 2020 at 3:52 PM Thank you so much, it was a 2nd attempt at the same poem so I worked quite hard and really appreciate your comments. Funnily enough the title, last three lines and slapping my leg to get the rhythm were the hardest bits, so I m so please asked you thought those elements were successful