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From whence did these wounds originate?
Surely I have not been wounded
For I do not recall engaging in any conflict
Yet, as sure as I am here, I find myself bruised

A curious thing these marks are
Why would you ever hurt me?
I was only trying to defend you
You struck me so suddenly and without warning
I do declare, you must have gone mad
Never did I suspect such cruelty from you
By your side I have fought many battles
Then like an assassin, you strike me from behind
At first I dismissed it as an accidental blow
But now I see that you intended this attack to be fatal
As you continued your assault, I attempted to reason with you
I begged and pleaded for you to show mercy on me
I only loved you
As the blood poured from my wounds, you carried on with your work
I attempted to withdraw, but you pursued
Wanted to ensure I was defeated
After you had finished off my heart, you attacked my mind
Sent waves of insults and curses at it
It was forced to withdraw to the darkest corners
You threatened and tortured my pride
You beat my ego down, until it was nothing but a mass of goo
Why do you insist on destroying me?
Did I get too close to your truth?
I stand before you defenseless and no longer a person
Merely a slave to you at this point
Not even able to crawl out from your hateful eyes
I stay in this place and accept the abuse
In the name of love, in the name of foolishness
Once connected to you by a shared knowledge
Now bound to you by my weakness
Confusion has been your secret agent
It has stolen clear insight
I was made blind to the manipulation
Which I mistook for consideration
Your emotional leeches are firmly attached to my body
Removing them now would mean my death
So completely have you beaten me
I no longer care if I live
You ate away at the faith and trust I had in you
What you did not eat, you tossed away
All the while, you littered our relationship with pitfalls
I was able to find each one the hard way
You stuck swords of rejection into every limb
Spat total contempt in my face
Blocked my feeble attempts at forgiveness
For a wrong I never committed
I want nothing but to be free from your grasp
Why do you keep me chained to the walls of your whimsy?
You use me as if I was a toy
But this toy has become broken
Release me to the living world again
You can do no further harm
Please let me leave here with what little I have
I assure you, I only want my freedom
If only the world could see how lethal you are
Perhaps others would be saved
I only wanted to be in your presence
To share my world with you
You wanted to use me as a crutch
To take my world and possess it too
You banned me from my own world
Swore I would never be allowed to return
You make it hard to love you when you act with such cruelty
My desire forces me to stay locked here
Could this desire be another of your secret weapons?
You have so many to choose from
Insecurity is perhaps your best
You know I am insecure about the unknown
And I have known you so long, life without you scares me
Scares me as much as staying here with you
The darkness of night frightens me now
Because it reminds me of the color of your soul
And yet, I cannot hate you
Even though I would be justified
Because there is something about you
That insists you did not intend this harm
The strength in you is obvious
For who else could walk by without turning
While I lie here screaming for help




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On Monday September 13th, 2004, Nesfurata (67) writes:
Wow, I felt every line of the poem from the persona's perspective. At the end I felt it best described my general feelings toward humanity. You did a great job. -Elizabeth


On Thursday July 8th, 2004, serpentine_fire (209) writes:
the imagery in this is amazing. the flow is so perfect, this is an awesome piece. great write ~serpentine~


On Thursday July 8th, 2004, missanthropic (48) writes:
whoa...i just fell over from the sheer weight of these vivid glimpses. from start to finish a masterful experience.


On Thursday July 8th, 2004, An Expired Member (38) writes:
Nice write. I l;ike it.



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