Tortured in light of nothing else

by Kris Lynn   Jul 6, 2005


Freedom from the fight,
that all to often glistens.
Brake us from the silence,
from those who never listen.

Stepping back and breathing in,
while trying not to fall.
Fearing for our sanction,
while death to us does call.

The swords that sway
and the bullets that fly.
The blood that spatters
and we victims that cry.

As the pain seeps deeper
into our souls,
our hearts lie battered,
infected with evils holes.

No matter the vengeance,
or strength in our attacks,
punctures still arise within
our hearts and in our backs.

And left now on the ground,
we remain in pouring sorrow.
For all that’s left is acceptance,
that for us there’s no tomorrow.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Stumbling Shaman

    I love poetry that evokes strong images, so that you see it as you read. Poignant title too. You're right, there is no way out of the pain and suffering that life dishes out. Gee, now I'm depressed ;) Great job as always, Christina.

  • 18 years ago

    by Poetic Tragedy08

    you're very talented, i love to see peeps write who know they have the talent to write and put it in a great view like you just did, great job! 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Lecrissa

    That is so true its scary. A great poem.

  • 18 years ago

    by Natalie84

    I take this as being about war and our daily struggle. Very well put together and it shows that you thought about it and didn't rush it. Beautifully written. I can't pick a favorite line as I love the whole poem. Perfect piece in my eyes!! Excellent write!! :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Kris Lynn

    Exactly. it's a metaphor. The punctures in the heart and back for example....refer to having your heart broken and someone backstabbing you. Glad you got it!

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