Lying in the street
Bleeding to death
Pleading for life
Not any Medicare
Or Inquiry
Offender at large,
No burial or cremation
An innumerable number of tires
Run over the dead body
Justice is beyond the reach
Of the loved ones
The life of every animal matters,
be the motto of the motorists.
Subdued, our passion cannot guide us
~ A new victim of this virus
How is it that you touch me without hands from afar heating my soul and awakening the deepest depths of my being? Stirring my mind into lustful wonder, lifting me up, then pulling me under. Swaying me to and fro I close my eyes and bite my lip. I fight to sustain my poise of self-control. Thus of my honor to redeem.
Are you here, beside me, within me with your warmth, your strength?
“Tis Nay! nothing but my dreams taunting and teasing me so. Curse this reality of dreadful meaning I whence!
With tightly clenched eyes refusing to open or to realize the truth_ not wanting to see _ I am trapped in my dreams. Laying in void dread of anticipation not able to bear the anguish of my frustration in silence I scream.
“There is no one else here, no one… only me”! Curse this wretched emptiness_ your fading voice whispering my name. No, no, no, not again I moan … holding on to the last, not allowing this moment to pass. To leave me once again anxiously alone and victimized by Loves’ dissolute games.
***A weee long time ago!
I close my eyes, and I dream
of better things
of greater hopes
of higher ideals
to hope for less bigotry
that I will be able to stand my ground
to just be myself
without fear of attack
without being victimized
without fearing
of just being.
Elizabeth alexander 12/2/2016
The victimized..
Criticized
Hypnotized
Cannot
Visualize
Analyze
Decentralize..
Initialized
Immunized
Compromised
Improvised
Symbolized
Epitomized
Labelized
Stigmatized..
The victimized..
05/18/15
D.C.
I sit with heart breaking,
Why is my son forsaking?
I look back at my past tomorrows,
Thinking, the next day, no sorrows.
I did my best, with what was given,
With my childhood abuse-unforgiven.
Motherly instinct were lacking in me,
Having no example, what a Mother should be.
With fear and shame, no loving arms,
My idea of parenting, only caused harm.
I've found my answer, I'm finally free!
Let go of the past-FORGIVE-let it be.
Now my son is on the same path,
With hurtful memoirs from his past.
He's doing his best, with what was given,
But for me, there's no forgiving.
His handsome face I never see,
For now, he has abandoned me.
God touched my life, made me whole,
Now the loving Mother, he'll never know.
I walked out on you so you could walk out on me.
It was painful to see your tears but it would be worse if you knew about the scars that I didn’t want you to perceive.
A broken heart hurt by others who only deceived and took advantage of someone who wanted to believe.
I didn’t want to become a beast of burden so I chose to flee.
I am dying inside because I can’t breathe without you yet I am still drawn to you like a moth to a flame.
Yet because of my past I must hold on to this secret shame.
Sadly I only have myself to blame.
I want to love and be with you but I am worried it will turn out the same.
Rejected by the one who I love and feeling the pain that inside I will die.
Asking myself why do I put myself through this torture and say more goodbyes?
Inside I internalize the anguish that came from love succumbing to more lies.
I recall once again being victimized by old butterflies.
Expecting 2 get something special
U end up getting part of the 'all'
So 2 compensate 4 the loss
I remain on the path 4 gloss!
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