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Look at the eyes between the  Cracked, smeared glass

I forgot what it felt like to stare at the girl who had to ask herself what it will take to survive tonight.  
What scream she must withhold  
What bruise she must mask  
All the will she must grasp
To return the same
Bitch
She was drowned at  
 
There’s no swimming past the tide
No arm to stifle the swing  
No eye to shield
But she stared
Into the fist that she declared  
War against when she was 13  
But the world is a force
And a girl is an inconvenience  
Or scream
Or scrape
Til murder screams out her name
Bethany
If not one force  
Take two  
A roommate this time
And her boyfriend
I cannot withstand  
So how long til the next deep breath.
 
Romeo, Daniel  
They shield me with their arms but they’re fight as already convulsed with their blood loss they lay as naked with me now yet I can still feel the warmth inside of me that they fought to withhold  
Lost
I can’t survive
So i lay
But day after day time construed  
I have to leave
With war paint  
And a promise
 
That I will be stronger  
Then the next.
 
 
And they waited
For a different continent when my  
Eyes where hazy  
And my touch lenient.
They are armed and ready
My weak body falling  
Compliant  
With the poison they seeped And my legs
Held open  
To whomever and whatever
I lay desolate.
Hold me down and take what you need.
Nightmares lulling me to sleep  
Because in the day there  
Would be screams  
And if only
I was strong enough  
To withstand  
If only I could get my feet  
Underneath I’d run
 
But here I am  
Looking into the eyes of a  
Survivor who will only just be that  
Never a fighter, a warrior  
Just clenched her in her own skin
That others would eat from
The outside in
And when my hero  
Tried to stand in  
He’s shot down  
Same level as the rest around my ankles
I can never breathe again
Without the pants of
Those who have tried to resist
And I couldn’t grant  
Their last requests  
 
Because I am too weak.  
I was never strong enough  
And I tell myself  
Next time  
 
Well next time comes  
And it’s a force  
And as much as you prepared
Yourself for war  
They come  
 
And I was not strong enough  
Breathe in
Breathe out  
The next blow will come  
Ready or not  
 
Shattered  
When everything was holding fast  
 
Survive  
When everything goes back in time  
 
Look at the eyes between the  
Cracked, smeared glass  
 
You can be stronger.
Fight.
 
At least tell yourself that.
 
For once overcome.  
 
Just for once.
Isgyppie_
Written by Isgyppie_ (The_perpetual_journey_)
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