Confessions: Hesitation

by Kakera   Jul 10, 2014


2014-07-10 02:35 AM

They spoke about violence,
suspecting it happening in my cousin's family.
The way they spoke
implied that he'd do it himself
in a similar position -
and then they both laughed

Dread and hatred consumed me
because of how real I perceive
their so-called jokes to be,
and I bit my tongue as to not
let my truths and darkness out

Because I know that if his fists
ever reaches anyone
I wouldn't even hesitate
to answer it with a knife.

And it scares me so much
that I can't fall asleep.

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  • 9 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    I think this poem is okay, but doesn't have the usual metaphors and descriptions that I know you sometimes have. I think you could make this better by adding in some more detail.

    Show us more about the violence? Like who and what is happening?
    Show us how you are scared to sleep?

    Also, in your last lines, you could change the first "that" to "it" to stop the repeated "that"

    I like the title choice - I think it related to the point where you would not even hesitate about the knife if you had to in self defence:protection.

    • 9 years ago

      by Kakera

      I'm not sure it's even a poem. It's just a confession. I seem to almost write these exclusively now, but all Confessions are true in their core. Either in who I was in the past, or who I am right now. Sometimes, I don't have the metaphors to illustrate these confessions. Not sure I could do anything more with this one. It's just a venting.

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