Object permanence
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This was writen from memory, I originally wrote it in May of 1989. I wrote a great deal while I was in therapy. For the abuse I was subjected too as a child. I want to share this because as I have grown older I feel it's important to acknowledge the fact that love is still giant part of my life. For all those who read this and don't know quite how to digest it. I still love you for trying! With all my heart A.S.
It's dark in here; but I'll hang
I should feel fear; I'm too young to understand such a thing
Why do I miss your touch? I was a child; you were a teen—
Life found no victim, just an object.
Your reject taught me things from 3 till 9.
Never had a childhood that was actually mine,
Oh, mother, why are my words a lie?
When his, you can not believe or deny
How did my heart begin to love?
A feminine touch so much...
Was but a toy that knew none such
Yet, here I am; cherishing the female form
Enjoyed is every moment where touch is warm
Finding happiness in long blocks and hours
Remembering moments that are better than ours
I picked up a pen for the first time to write you out
Wound up to be a night of sleep that I did without
By taking my innocence away from me
I wrote things to damn you in poetry
What a brother does, a child can not understand—
Life later found no object, just permanence
In this closet closed; from the bar, I hang
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2025
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