Bruises and Kisses

Bruises and Kisses

A Poem by Onyx Sky

a work in progress...
that being said-

Sometimes I think trying to express
The feelings I posses
Is useless

I can try to scream at the top of my lungs
Pull the trigger to the gun
Bang! Ultimate release
Sacrifice me
For the greater good

I don't understand the ways of people
So unashamedly animalistic
Results of someone sociopathic
It's f*****g pathetic
How you are so unapologetic

It hurts to see you turn a blind eye
To someone so defenseless
You must be full of sickness
2 mix bruises and kisses

And it sucks to see
that when day turns to night
A broken doll comes to life
Because she can't rest her lifeless eyes
Because she is so f*****g traumatized

Can't believe how someone can hurt her so bad
That a needle and thread have sewn her mouth shut
Makes me sick to my stomach
That peoples minds are so fucked
How dare you pick on someone so powerless
You're nothing short of callous
Completely malicious
How dare you think you can get away with this
You cowardly piece of s**t
Picking on a child that can't communicate to the fullest

I don't have to make you out some colossal monstrosity
You do that yourself
When she can't sleep next to me
Tossing and turning trying to flee
From the evil that she sees
In you.

For all the children that couldn't speak of the evil being done
For all the children silenced, for all that were shunned
I'm here as a listening ear
I'm here to love you if no one else will
Don't be afraid, shed no more tears
Because soon you won't have to cry anymore
I'll be you're teddy bear
You will know not all of us are evil
Atleast one of us cares

So I tell this dreadful story
So other kids know they are not alone
I'll do my best to protect you too
Speak out on behalf of all of you
No more things left unsaid
I'm here now
Cutting the mutha-f*****g thread
 

© 2009 Onyx Sky



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Wow! I haven't been in here in a while. This piece is gripping in it's rawness. It separates sinew from bone! I share your sentiments exactly about the subject. It rips my heart out, and makes my freakin' blood boil. The fact that we turn some of them loose, rehabilitated, or having been through a few-hour anger-management class pisses me off even more. What have we become???? I wrote a piece about child abuse several months back entitled "Pot of Scold" Hope you get the chance to read it, if you can find it pretty far down in my list. Thank you very much for your passion. If we have no passion for anything, we may as well be dead.

Captivating piece...really.

Markymark

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow! I haven't been in here in a while. This piece is gripping in it's rawness. It separates sinew from bone! I share your sentiments exactly about the subject. It rips my heart out, and makes my freakin' blood boil. The fact that we turn some of them loose, rehabilitated, or having been through a few-hour anger-management class pisses me off even more. What have we become???? I wrote a piece about child abuse several months back entitled "Pot of Scold" Hope you get the chance to read it, if you can find it pretty far down in my list. Thank you very much for your passion. If we have no passion for anything, we may as well be dead.

Captivating piece...really.

Markymark

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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