Invasion

Invasion

A Poem by Elise
"

For those who have been invaded... And to those who never have been, I hope you never will.

"

Invasion.

It was unwanted.

It always is.

For all of us.

 

It drudged up terror in my soul, and it spilled over my cheeks.

Shaking, sobbing.

I call for comfort, I call for safety.

Mum! Mum!

The Invasion ran and hid. Coward.

I feel small. I feel broken.

I feel humiliated.

 

They come in blue uniforms.

They talk to me… Their personalities are cold.

Too professional, too impersonal.

I hide behind my mother’s hair.

Their questions make me remember. They make me break.

Again.


They want to find the Invasion. They want to take It away.

I do what I can,

I speak:

My voice breaks and my eyes stream.


Re-living, re-living, re-living.


I sound too mechanical, robotic. It scares me.

Where am I?

I think the Invasion stole me away.

Stole my happiness when It Invaded me.

 

My words helped.

They found the Invasion.

They tried to lock it away.

 

I relished in the idea.

I imagined the Invasion:

Cold and alone.

In the dark, behind iron bars.

The way It made me feel.

 

But

The Invasion was too smart.

There was no proof.

As far as evidence was concerned,

That Invasion was never here.

The Invasion walked free.

FREE!

 

It roams the streets now.

Does It invade others?

I pray for their safety.

I pray for myself to heal.

 

There are beautiful people around me.

Their smiles warm me,

Their embraces house me.

I can’t fall when they are with me.

I can’t be invaded.

 

But when I’m alone… I remember.

 

The Invasion still walks.

The Invasion still haunts me.

My dreams.

My memories.

My life.

Get out, get out, get out!

I am not yours!


© 2010 Elise



Author's Note

Elise
The longest poem I've ever written.
There was a lot to get out.

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You did a damn good job of showing what it really feels like for this to happen. Amazing work.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Your use of repetition and the chopped and shattered style that you wrote this poem in makes it seem very confused and untouchable and personal. It's a wonderfully written work and I enjoyed it greatly - the topic is a sensitive one and you've made it seem like the poem itself is covered in a layer of dust and what we're seeing is the one smudged and light imprint of a palm stuck on it. Beautiful!

Posted 3 Years Ago


this is compelling poetic art!
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Posted 7 Years Ago


0 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Your longest poem is the only poem I have read from you, and it is certainly a good one! The spontaneous words and the fast paced flow has a certain feeling of grip and creep that made me a little paranoid as I was reading it. Felt like a roller-coaster ride. Good poem :)

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on February 3, 2010
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Tags: Invasion, invade, sexual assault, rape, fear, sadness, crime

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Elise
Elise

London, Essex, United Kingdom



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