Untitled
The world is no place for you, my love.
Simple you never did get it, my love.
Never, the misery
Never the plight,
The abandonment
And the unfair might
Of brute force on simple you, unprepared.
Your god never gave you an armour
And your father never a reprieve, my love.
Kind you never dared.
Silent you only despaired.
Of the acrid days of torment, no one knows:
Adolescence of hours, childhood of solitude;
A cursed half-beauty of confusion,
And the hardening.
The unwitting moulding of soft clay
Into the frigid ugliness of today.
But you're no force of evil, my love,
Only a sad excuse for smouldering fumes.
If misplaced you set me ablaze,
Repressed you spill random hate,
This earth bear witness in quiet gloom.
About this poem
I was listening to the sad childhood tale of a lady friend...how feuds between her parents subjected her to a cruel boarding school life at a tender age, how she was too innocent to keep up with changing circumstances, how life gradually hardened her. It was painful to hear, and while it elicited an empathetic response in me specifically for her, I also related it to sordid back stories that I'd heard from so many others. Certain cathartic outbursts from certain individuals also began to make sense. The poem goes out to every human with a traumatic history and every human who's ever tried to love someone with a traumatic past. more »
Written on October 14, 2022
Submitted by anubratomusic on October 14, 2022
Modified on April 05, 2023
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| Scheme | AAXBXBCXACC XXXXDDAXXXX |
|---|---|
| Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
| Characters | 724 |
| Words | 144 |
| Stanzas | 2 |
| Stanza Lengths | 11, 11 |
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