Taken

Taken


They came for me in the middle of the night
paralyzed I couldn’t fight
what gives them the right
needles razors and laser beams
I couldn’t hear my own screams
the  most horrifying of scenes
pray to God to wake from these dreams
they came for me in the middle of the night
hit with radioactive hot light
I begged for forgiveness in spite
my weakness is from their might
the quire and their lies
the fire in their eyes
the splendor in the sky
on this cold table I lie
oh dear God why, why
I’m too young to die
physically and mentally violated
I feel violent and hated
questioning why I was created
feels like my whole soul was debated
days without time
the worst of signs
encounters of the 3rd kind
probed until I went blind
disappeared seven days before a find
of my body without a mind
my iris implodes with no sight
broken hands griped tight
what gives them the right
they came for me in the middle of the night

--Z.Silas Herrera

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

Sounds and feels like a piece on sexual child abuse to me. The horrors and scars left on ones' soul from the unimaginable. Your an intense writer.

[Lydia Shutter]

Nightmarish horror in this well written poem. The rhythm and rhyme is captivating and carries the action along well. E.T. seems to be alive and well! :) Great work. Lydia

[October]

The rhythm is great.
I especially loved the last lines

"my iris implodes with no sight
broken hands griped tight
what gives them the right
they came for me in the middle of the night"

Thanks for sharing.

[Zelligg]

The pounding rhythm as the nightmare scene reveals itself and the narrator, reveals that this is not a nightmare, but a reality in the imagination and a potential reality for many real people in this world. The inner and end-line rhymes, intricate in syllable, push this reader to continue with the horror, carries one along with this river of injustice and the victim's ending as begun frames and makes exclusive these moments, ever possible, faintly feared, always known.