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The Titleless Poem

July 11, 2023
By atrenholm1616 BRONZE, Peterborough, Ontario
atrenholm1616 BRONZE, Peterborough, Ontario
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I thought you were like a star,

Beautiful and shining

But here we are;

Our relationship declining

 

Declining into practical torture,

I don't want to stay.

There is no more order,

No, that's all gone away

 

Away from you, that's where I want to be

There's nothing good left

I constantly wish to be free

But I cannot, you are too deft

 

Deft, I need to be deft to get away from you

But I could never, you are too powerful

The things you do, they are my leaving cue

For example, your rage that is showerful

 

Showerful, as the glass that rained down when you smashed that window

You are powerful, it is you I cannot escape

My heart to you I indow 

Even if you leave a scrape

 

Scrapes along my body, scrapes along my mental wellbeing

Some metaphorical, some real

For you are unstoppable, undying

You somehow always make me kneel

 

Kneel at your feet and beg for forgiveness

But I always secretly pray this is the end

For I cannot further endure your grimness

I wish to get away, but you keep me penned

 

Penned up like an animal

But in reality, you are the animal, not me

You just cannot deal with the actual,

The factual, what it truly be

 

Be gone, you beast!

I do not want you anymore,

That's to say the least.

It was all fine, just fine before.

 

Before you, before you came into my life

Now we are here, tears and blood everywhere

I do not want you, not as your partner, husband or wife

It is that thou does not care.

 

Care, you have none for me

So please, I'm begging, let me go!

I just want to be free

I do not want to be part of you, don't you know?

 

Know that I want out?

Know I need to be saved?

Why can nobody see it! No matter how much I shout

They leave me here with you, enslaved.

 

Enslaved to complete every task

Every order,

Like I am some lass

But here I am on the border.

 

The border of death

The border of escape

Giving it my final breath

Unable to leave in shape.


The author's comments:

Hi! I'm a soon-to-be Grade 8 student. I've only been writing for about 8 months, and this is my favourite poem I have written so far. 


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