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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2193938
This poem is about the struggles surviving abuse.
You left me standing there,
Out in the tepid depths
Of the ice and the cold.
No fire to warm my skin.
No coin to feed my ravaged bones.

I see you staring down upon me,
What a dreadful sight I must be.
My head is bowed not in shame
For the jokes I fell for,
Instead for the lies to you fed me.

How thick the fur lines your coat,
While mine is filled with holes.
What boots you have to keep away
The rain that stains my interior.
All the while you smile.

Hunger tries to overcome my mind,
While you wait for me to cry out.
I would rather die standing here
Than feel your touch again.
But hatred I refuse to embrace.

Despite the pain that has ruined me,
Never shall I kiss the darkness.
Alone I may stand in the daylight,
But at least in this spot,
The sun does shine upon me.
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