The House of the scarred and beaten

You were born into a life devoid of rights,

Suffered the ails of disability,

No better than a beggar of the streets,

Yet you treat us even lower,

Just to gain a sense of worth,

Are we pawns or slaves of birth?

That is to be decided. 

Should our lives be living suffering?

Are we puppets in your hands?

Are we wrapped around your fingers?

Are we doomed...are we damned?

Speak our minds and speak our opinion,

Those were beaten from our lips,

Broken skeletons under skin,

Do we live in a house of sin?

Does the lord above hear us?

Can he hear our shattered prayers?

Or has the devil blocked his vision,

From the shackles that we bear,

Living...beating...breathing,

We are mortal in our skin,

From a home of broken promises,

This is the hell we live in. 

Reviews

[quinfinn]

i can't speak with any authority or conviction on your issues, not living there myself, but i do feel you entirely and deeply in this write. this is a very honest and deeply personal write for you and i thank you for sharing it as such. i wish you peace and happiness in the future...you have the best little girlfriend in the whole world...believe in her, and in yourself. excellent write.....John.

[Forgotten]

Thank you, yeah I really do :) My household is a weird one, me and my brother are given so little right in the house that if I even move anything I get shouted at and told I don't pay rent so I have no rights even though I keep telling them I'll happily pay it

[DCT ponderings]

I have a friend raised in just such a house as this. He said to me once "Christmas has a different meaning when you know that toy truck will become a weapon." He wished for teddy bears instead.

Well Written.

[Mark]

If my read of this is right, you are speaking of your parents, about yourself and your siblings? Relax: No one is happy while they are in the position of Debtor. In a few years, I think it likely that you will better understand the limitations that they have placed on you. Hell, John, I'm fifty-eight , and have just moved back into my Mom's house...with a plethora of new and reinstated restrictions, you betcha...You can bet I don't love it, that I feel enormously guilty, but have accepted it (and, thankfully, so have she and my stepfather!) as a temporary necessity. All travails pass my friend...Even if they are usually supplanted by other, worse travails!

In the third stanza, did you perhaps mean, "...the shackles that we BEAR,..."?

[Forgotten]

Thank you for your wonderful review and yes I did mean that I just haven't corrected it yet

[Quill~]

The pain is evidently written here. I gather a sense of torn loyalties.... to be true to yourself or the house of authorities. You only live once my friend. Remember that.
So many questions, so much unsaid, yet I hear it loud and clear.
This is well written, I find this to be an adamant display of a strong heart. One day you will see things clearly, out from "under the thumb" of such sufferings....you will find the strength.

A powerful write.

[Sourav]

Very sensitive and an intense write. One can feel it very strongly. Lovely poem.

[Forgiven]

Wow... very powerful! Love it!

[s y e]

This is a powerful write, I loved how you put questions into it. I have a thing for questions in poetry, its effective. This was a really dark, angry write.

[Forgotten]

Thank you I'm glad you liked it

[For Worse]

"Broken skeletons under skin" is such a beautiful line. This is one of your best. Everything you write is so well-written and abstrusely detailed. I love your work.

[Forgotten]

Thank you so much! :) I'm really glad you enjoyed this one

[Skye]

Oh my God... This is beautifully written. And beauty altogether. Thank you so much for posting this.

[Forgotten]

Thank you! I'm happy you can see the beauty in such a dark poem :)

[Rhianne Ney]

Great write and I hope these people soon gets the haven that they want to reach

[Forgotten]

I hope so too thank you for the great review :)

[Rhianne Ney]

You're welcome~