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Amy Spitler Poem
Use me; abuse me,
Don't leave your heart open,
I'll take it and break it,
Leave you bleeding and broken.
Search for my soul,
Look into my eyes.
Beyond your reflection,
I'm empty inside.
Nothing but darkness,
vast empty space,
trapped behind smiles,
and a beautiful face.
Body aching,
yearning to feel.
Your touch burning my skin,
the pain making me real.
Mistreated, misguided
screaming through the silence
that entraps me and wraps me,
entwined in the violence.
Loss of innocence
at a tender age
purity destroyed and taken away
Nothing left to give
it's all been taken
ripped away by lust
my body used; my mind awakened.
Copyright © AMY SPITLER | Year Posted 2024
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Amy Spitler Poem
Born in the summer,
with curly, black hair.
You had stolen my heart,
Exposed what was there.
You made me a mommy,
Tiny and perfectly made,
My heart outside of my body,
My life for yours I would trade.
I watched as you grew,
And the years went by too fast.
You became a young woman,
I wished your childhood would last.
You were not only my child,
But also my friend.
You'd call me for everything,
I prayed it never would end.
I thanked God for His gift,
Of giving me you.
He must have seen you were perfect,
Because He needed you too.
I've been shattered and broken,
My soul now missing a piece,
My heart shuttered and bleeding,
No more joy and no peace.
I’ve cried so long and so hard,
Begging God for you to return.
But death is too final,
I’m beginning to learn.
You were sweet, kind and gentle,
And loved by so many.
People said you were flawed,
But I didn't see any.
The days have seemed longer,
The nights now stretch on.
I want to reach out,
But forget you are gone.
Copyright © AMY SPITLER | Year Posted 2024
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