Poetry That Speaks Of Pain 2
Updated on August 5, 2011
Haze
Pity only the honest deception taking hold.
Scraps of dignity blow about defenseless.
Beating all back down if they dare reach up, so bold.
Deep wounds taking bites that leave all senseless.
Create inner peace saturated with a thick negative force.
Breathless eyes staring as the world passes by.
Wondering how the walls collapsed,
screams, throats horse.
Games leave seeping creases in souls just waiting to die.
Written by Becky Jo Gibson May 2006 ©
He Takes
The consistent ever present negative comment must pass his lips.
He knows what hurts and goes there as usual with a vicious tone.
He has the need to keep things down so his rise only is felt.
Opening wounds as he walks into walls leaving nothing to call your own.
His claim to everything leaves most standing alone wondering what the f%#k.
I open my eyes to what I am coming to know as real and true.
I know this is his play and my input is neither welcome nor tolerated.
He takes away freedoms with ease as he tells everyone what to do.
The days pass slowly and the nights are full of tension.
He leaves when he pleases coming back when he feels my need.
His eyes, full of passion, a deep burn begins as he reaches out and takes me.
He knows I will open to him as he rules my body doing his deed.
Written by Becky Jo Gibson April 2006 ©
