A tarnished soul
Here's a story poem about a girl's tragic descent, imbued with dark imagery:
A Broken Doll's Lament
Tiny fingers, a gap in the wood, a scene etched in fright,
A scream ripped from silence, shattering the night.
Mother, a porcelain doll, crumpled on the floor,
His rage, a monstrous storm, at her fragile core.
Mother vanished like moonlight, a teardrop's salty trace,
Leaving an emptiness echoing, a hollow, haunted space.
His eyes, once distant, flickered with a hunger obscene,
A twisted possession, where warmth had once been.
Hands that should've held comfort, turned cold and unclean,
A childhood stolen, innocence shattered, a heart unseen.
His "friends," like leering shadows, joined the wicked play,
Whispered threats and stolen touches, taking purity away.
Teenage Gloom's Embrace
Teenage years, a wasteland, beneath a weeping sky,
His relentless tirade, a storm that wouldn't die.
"Unworthy, a burden," a drumbeat in my head,
Mirrored rejection, every hopeful whisper bled.
Social circles, a mirage, shimmering just out of reach,
His grip on my spirit, a prison beyond breach.
Isolation's cold touch, a comfort I embraced,
The world a cruel reflection, his darkness interlaced.
Love's Thorns
Years bled into one another, a bleak and endless night,
Yearning for connection, a flicker of fading light.
Men became predators, shadows of his scorn,
Love, a twisted bargain, leaving me forever torn.
Seeking solace in strangers, fleeting moments of touch,
My body, a currency, loved not so much, not enough.
Daddy issues, a barbed wire fence I couldn't flee,
Anxiety's cold sweat, a constant memory.
The Unraveling
The world, a tapestry woven in shades of despair,
No hope to chase the shadows, no solace to share.
Self-hatred, a constant echo, a relentless refrain,
A suffocating darkness, a soul shackled by pain.
His cruelty's echoes, a haunting, venomous song,
No escape from the shadows, where I truly belong.
Deeper into the abyss, I plummeted unseen,
No chance of redemption, a shattered, barren scene.
The Final Curtain
The world spun, a kaleidoscope of fragmented despair,
No strength to fight the demons, no burdens left to bear.
In the silence, a decision, dark and final it seemed,
A final, desperate whisper, a secret forever dreamed.
This fractured symphony ends, the curtain falls at last,
No melody of solace, a haunting from the past.
A tarnished soul, a victim, a girl lost in the night,
Consumed by the darkness, with no chance to take flight.
Copyright ©
Amanda Payne
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