Disoriented

by Unseen Exposure   Apr 5, 2005



You may throw your sticks and stones
And they may break me apart
But the words you say in brutal anger
Strike my broken heart

I may stumble, I may even fall
And life will take it's toll
Heaven may crumble, Hell may call
But I refuse to sell my soul

Dreams may fade and wander away
As hate consumes my mind
With no regard for injury
No escape from what's to find

Anger may attack, and pain may show
Cradling me in their embrace
The corners of my mouth may turn down
And scar the dimples on my face

Hatred may bring it's inevitable high
And love may do me wrong
The jury may accuse me of this conviction
And realize I don't belong

Bruises may show, scars may stick
But my pain cannot be seen
My stripped eyes behold a future
Whose path is bitterly obscene

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  • 18 years ago

    by The Plain Truth

    Wonderful write, hun. Although I thought everything was written very creatively, I especially liked the way your wrote this:

    "The corners of my mouth may turn down
    And scar the dimples on my face"

    Stay strong.

  • 18 years ago

    by Nikki

    This is a very good poem i really liked it. 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by pinkalias

    Lovely.
    In these lines,
    "You may throw your sticks and stones
    And they may break me apart
    But the words you say in brutal anger
    Strike my broken heart"

    I like how you took the common phrase then reworded it to show no shield to "sticks and stones" but a wound and growing pain which exceeds fromt them.

    in these lines,
    "I may stumble, I may even fall
    And life will take it's toll
    Heaven may crumble, Hell may call
    But I refuse to sell my soul"

    I loved how you fit in the meaning of never giving up in such a lovely and powerful way.

    these,
    "Bruises may show, scars may stick
    But my pain cannot be seen
    My stripped eyes behold a future
    Whose path is bitterly obscene"

    I loved how you portrayed the utter despair and foreshadow of a deadly 'yet to come'

    Well done

  • 18 years ago

    by wayne t

    Very good poem about love as well, thankyou for the comments on mine as it too relate to lost love from a divorce after thirty years and my not wanting to love someone again for fear of pain. And yes you hit it on the head

  • 18 years ago

    by Heather M Craig

    I love the first stanza up to the last, nice work -5

    Love
    Heather