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Into the Void

Updated on December 8, 2012

(This is a poem that revolves around the feelings and emotions of a rape victim. Left with an unborn child in a dingy hospital bed, she recounts her tragic experience. Only when she loses her child too, does she let go of hope at last. There are themes of rape, abortion and general sadness that have been impled, along with unrequited love if you squint)

As vision clears to a jumble of dots,

Disjoint, and floating amidst

The threads of restiveness,

Bordered by vestiges of lost sleep,

I ponder of the unsoiled cot,

The barren walls, the choking mist

Of faux peace, languor and weariness

In a void tinged with bloodstains deep.

As breaths transform to painless sighs,

That heave a sense of oblivion,

I grasp at straws of dead past,

That looms with loss and defeat.

In the heart of misery, on the crest of highs

There’s a face painted of tyranny’s scion

Who I moulded to fit the reverent cast

Naively set in my fancies to repeat.

As skin stings with clarity

A morbid film begins to play,

That mocks the trust, hope and surrender,

Behind my half sealed lids

My own self, I yielded with alacrity

For stolen flashes of charms so fey

They masked your intent, never to hinder

The truth of claims from your lips.

As the taste of bile rises again,

The instant of doom jumps ahead,

A snide reminder of guileless love,

That your eyes were never to discern.

The haze of force, a whiplash of pain

The tattered bits of sanity tread

In my attempt, I strove

While wilting with passion’s final burn.

As the clang of bottles resound,

I gulp down salty streams,

And run a shaky palm down the womb

That lies flat, chillingly bare.

I laugh, bitter and astounded

For a life lost pining in echoes of screams,

For my self turned to a breathing tomb

Bereft, at last, I let fleeing hopes clear.

As the scalpel digs deeper still,

An abyss of numb engulfs my mind,

Maybe I’ve lost to life,

Maybe I’ve succumbed to fate.

Given another birth, I’d learn to kill

My fluttering heart’s desire in kind

To be trumped by love sans strife,

To exude a stance of only hate.


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      silverstararrow 5 years ago from India

      Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting. I'm truly flattered that you see my effort as beautiful. :)

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 5 years ago from Southern Illinois

      Oh my, This is so chilling. It brought tears. I will not judge. I cannot judge. I have not walked in her shoes..Beautiful poetry..