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She comes to my home so early
To cry on my beach in the sand
She screams at the heavens in agony
As the water washes over her feet
She hates the way he beats her
and the way he calls her names
So she comes by the seaside to see me
hoping he'll go down in flames

She comes to the beach in search
Of a life shes never known
She cries to the clouds in the sky
as she kills herself ever slowly
She hates the way he treats her
and the way he despises her life
So she comes by the seaside to see me
When her life becomes nothing but strife

She comes to the sea to seek peace
In the troubled mind she posesses
She depresses herself with her fear
as the wind blows through her hair
She hates the way he controls her
and wishes that she could be free
So she comes by the seaside to see me
and I dry her tears so she can see

She comes to the beach for nothing at all
For all realization has come to her now
She laughs at the way he once hated her
and wishes he'd die every day
She hates the way he breathes
and the way he walks about
So she comes by the seaside to see me
and celebrates; she finally got out



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On Saturday June 16th, 2007, carlosjackal (1735) writes:
Really good write. There's a comforting melancholy to this for me. If only all victims of women-beaters could escape their hell to take in the glorious nothing of the seaside. -Carl


On Tuesday January 23rd, 2007, empty_remains (77) writes:
it's sad to say that we've all at least known someone who's been there. even through the pain you've still given beauty and hope for the escape and freedom of those trapped. wonderful poem!


On Thursday October 12th, 2006, Markus Porkwing (708) writes:
The ocean is vast and empty at times... le sigh.


On Tuesday June 21st, 2005, Zophiel (425) writes:
the first verse is absolutely haunting and the repetition excellent


On Sunday May 22nd, 2005, little butterfly (43) writes:
i know how this feels


On Wednesday May 18th, 2005, ONEANDLONELY (134) writes:
Most of my favorite poems echo in my head in the form of music. This does it so sweetly.


On Wednesday May 11th, 2005, Chimauron (119) writes:
I know someone in a situation like this. Don't we all, really? I wish they would let men like me go and just remove men like that from the gene pool before they reproduce. Great conveyance of emotion in this piece. And I too am glad to see she got away. ;


On Saturday April 30th, 2005, Johny_D_Lewis (603) writes:
such pain and attachments, break the chains girls break them


On Saturday April 30th, 2005, Bakkhus Unbound (1101) writes:
"She comes to the beach for nothing at all" Softly trancing w/ a dark edge; mournful in pained beauty. I could feel music cut w/ heavy & a black vein as I read this piece. Well done; "as she kills herself ever slowly"


On Saturday April 16th, 2005, Angst Queen (470) writes:
Well done with a nice focus. Its good that in the end she escaped


On Wednesday May 12th, 2004, sexually_sadistic (488) writes:
beautiful my dear, totally beautiful!!! ~sex~


On Sunday May 9th, 2004, steuss (141) writes:
Very well done, i love the use of repitition, and the progressive developement of the stanzas. I was pleased to see an ending that offered release and growth! Yay! Great Read!



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