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One Day

My doll was gone
So pretty 
So pink
I cried
My doll was always with me by my side
The night was safe
With Dolly
 Beside

One day
I cried
No more doll
Bleeding paintings hanging on walls
Childhood all gone
Stolen like the doll
My life as it was; undone

Things you never see
He did those to me
I closed my eyes
Dreamed of the skies
When I was alone
Sorry mother I cried

I huddle inside my cupcake dreams
My blankets and screams
Secrets bleeding slowly
Weeping away in streams

Then one day
Later on
I saw him, way way way over there
I do not remember
The events, when they all stared
All I know is I acted and I dared

Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They said I was crazy
I know this not to be true
I knew exactly what to do
I envisioned the day
I could be a warrior princess and slay
I smile now
In my white quiet room
Oh yes I am safe here now

Shhhhhhhhhhh little darling
More important
You are safe now too

angstbetrayaldarkdeathgothicfree verse

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Lynn Marie

February 16, 2017 at 4:04 PM

A profoundly dark and layered piece made more intensely felt by the use of words usually associated with youthful innocence. I do like the power and hope that slowly builds toward the ending...otherwise I would be a wreck! You are a master craftsman Arthur, you tackle the unthinkable with great care and grace. Brilliantly penned, once again shining light where it is most needed and deserved. I have missed you and your writing :-) blessings, lynn

Arthur Vaso

March 6, 2017 at 9:24 PM

Thank you Lynn you are for sure too too nice to me!

Jean Murray

January 3, 2017 at 7:07 AM

Layers within layers. Brilliant Arthur.

Arthur Vaso

March 6, 2017 at 9:23 PM

You can slice the roast beef many times!

Carole Duet

January 1, 2017 at 8:37 PM

Fantastic poem! And, we wonder why.... Carole

Arthur Vaso

January 1, 2017 at 11:08 PM

Thank you so much Carole!

Darren White

December 30, 2016 at 1:59 AM

Incredibly dark, powerful and strong... I read this, and I understand! Including the little doll and princess inside. I like this a lot.

Arthur Vaso

January 1, 2017 at 8:21 PM

Thanks Darren, there is a kinda sister poem to this one.

Jan Allison

December 28, 2016 at 12:32 PM

Very deep ...such disturbing imagery Arthur :-( hugs Jan xx

Arthur Vaso

January 1, 2017 at 8:19 PM

Just another day in the Vaso Poetry Factory.

Paul Callus

December 28, 2016 at 7:58 AM

What an expressive way to tackle such a delicate subject, Art. Some people deserve all they get!! ~ Regards // paul

Arthur Vaso

January 1, 2017 at 8:20 PM

Thanks Paul!!

Chris Green

December 28, 2016 at 5:40 AM

Such a horrific tale of justice and how it can be twisted to resemble guilt. Very creepy and skin crawling good.

Arthur Vaso

January 1, 2017 at 8:18 PM

Thanks Chris, this one comes from the dark side! :)

Charmaine Chircop

December 28, 2016 at 3:54 AM

Oh this poem gave me goosebumps...Sometimes We say -What a murderer/killer/lunatic a person is never knowing the whole story.Not all the people who take justic in their hands are lunatics or murderers...Sometimes they are just tryimg to defend themselves from people .They were abused for too long not to take revenge amd find their own peace..Im sure if Iam in their position I might act the same. Im glad this woman feels safe now..at least in your poem.Many out there r still being abused .A fave.

Arthur Vaso

January 1, 2017 at 8:17 PM

Thanks Charmaine, I hope I am never faced with such a dilemma and feel for those who suffer under abuse.