Rape

Rape

A Poem by Art Freeman

sadness dampens her pillows
inside and out
each comforter
loses its softness
and clout
yet
she's forced to find comfort
without


everything south is
soaked in tears
and premature sweat
her fear
has left evidence
a stain
on
sentiments of a self
to blame


ashamed of a child
she's now forced
to abort as the
first and last resort
a thought
she
uses as closure to an entry forced
wide open


shut from the world she trusts
hoping for something
taken abrupt
from someone still
infant enough
sweet
innocence turned sour
devoured


and cut by the sharp edges
of a love
she used to lust
after before laughter
turned sore
ignored
with each deep emotion
stored


a price she was forced
to afford
with no credit
for stature or esteem
thus a fetish
captured much of her
preteens
spent most of her time dreaming
deep dreams


sinking to the depths
of a shallow pool
of someone else's sweat
she sees scenes
drenched in regret with
colors
she bled in silence as a sign
of respect

© 2010 Art Freeman


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"She bled in silence as a sign
Of respect."

Very powerful line, complicated the entire piece for me. Evoking in me my own rage, my own pain. Innocence robbed from a youth, I would imagine this to be an incestous rape. Ashamed of child....gave me this thought.
You evoke alot of pain here...and you as a man have penned from the womens perspective with great passion. I am perplexed with the respect....aspect in the end...i want to know why she would have bled with respect....I am curious...who is it she was respecting...see i am all twisted up in this last line...
And maybe you intended this...
Thank you for the invite. Peace

Posted 17 Years Ago


23 of 23 people found this review constructive.




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A price she was forced
To afford.
With no credit

Well put. I can feel the no win situation for her.

Posted 17 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.

Sinking to the depths
Of a shallow pool
Of someone else's sweat.
She sees scenes
Drenched in regret. With
Colors
She bled in silence as a sign
Of respect.


This paragraph sets a picture in my mind. The pain she endured Hurts me. Very Good Write!

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

Very intense and well written. I'm sad.

Posted 17 Years Ago


5 of 7 people found this review constructive.

"Sinking to the depths
Of a shallow pool
Of someone else's sweat.
She sees scenes
Drenched in regret. With
Colors
She bled in silence as a sign
Of respect."

Somehow this paragraph scares the heck out of me.

The overall poem is very different from these types (topic wise) and it becomes very dark and open and scary and it's very well written.

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

This some truly heavy material. Pain etched in every keystroke. Poignantly introspective and raw in its subtle brutality.

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

Oh this is so sad, but well written

I could feel her pain

You are a very good writer and I am glad you sent me the reading request for this poem.

Best

Maria

Posted 17 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.

I'm glad I clicked on this. The title drew me in. Once there I sit in awe of this. I like the detached yet involved aspect of the write. Let me try to explain that. It's like it was written from the perspective of a painful memory that's been told to the point of numbness. Get me?

This poem couldn't have ended any better. Your last stanza was masterful and the last two lines??? BRILLIANT.

I'm glad I found your page.

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 6 people found this review constructive.

I like your way with words. You know I have 3 daughters so this kind of thing can hit home. My first time reading you, and I shouldn't have waited so long.

Posted 17 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.

I find this interesting being written from an outside perspective. It is still told so well...the pain and emotional confusion. The last is the most powerful to me, as it leaves one wondering who she has to respect...the perpetrator? Herself? Again, told with bare truth and painful imagery. Well written.

-j

Posted 17 Years Ago


7 of 7 people found this review constructive.

Well written. Sad subject. Thank you for writing it. I hear you loud and clear.

Posted 17 Years Ago


6 of 7 people found this review constructive.


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Art Freeman
Art Freeman

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