I'm peering up at the stars in the sky.
Their beauty enthral my envious eyes,
Such peace and tranquillity lurks the air-
I almost forget that his hands are there.
Each pore of mine is compromised by touch,
Fear sprints through me but- it is not enough.
My eyelids slam shut like a building's door;
Fabric deprives me of wealth, I deplore:
This thing, so greedy, seduces my fright-
Enough so that I'm dismissed by the night.
Shards of rain cover my dampened cheeks and-
I feel my body squirm within his hands.
Vulnerability courses through my veins,
Restriction captivates me with his chains.
Asphyxiation grasps hold of my lungs;
Screams lie on the tip of my fragile tongue.
Tainted innocence dissolves from my skin,
I struggle as he forces his way in.
Again, I peer up at the starry sky,
I now know that its beauty is a lie.
The peace is corrupted by silent shrieks-
His entity will scar for countless weeks...
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A Procrastinator's Poetry
PoetryI tend to procrastinate. A lot. Instead of doing homework, revision and things that are considered useful to others my age, I sit and contemplate things. Things that I usually express via the profound art of poetry. Most of the poems I publish are n...
