Mercy Kill
If I let go of this fear
I know I could force you to finish me.
The death of a memory
Don't make it any more than that.
If I could somehow
find it within myself to bring down the hurt
the way you've shown me to
we could stop dragging this out.
That you use my weakness against me
that you know how much I bleed inside
that you could rip and shred and still leave me breathing
as though my scars need to match your own.
I've done nothing but lick your wounds
love your dark
and accept your ways.
I've sacrificed dreams, spat on ambition
and stood by you through every random tantrum.
I gave you me
You took lifetimes
Now we meet at a tipping point.
I could have finished you long ago.
But the ounce of heart I have left won't let me do it.
I give up.
I surrender.
I kneel now before you.
Unarmed.
No malice.
Just the hope you'll make it quick.
SO...it's my turn to prep the pub for OpenLinkNight...think Brian and Claudia would mind if I sip from the poetry while I do? In desperate need of a drink ;) We'll be linking up at 3pmEST...see you at dVersePoets!
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I know I could force you to finish me.
The death of a memory
Don't make it any more than that.
If I could somehow
find it within myself to bring down the hurt
the way you've shown me to
we could stop dragging this out.
That you use my weakness against me
that you know how much I bleed inside
that you could rip and shred and still leave me breathing
as though my scars need to match your own.
I've done nothing but lick your wounds
love your dark
and accept your ways.
I've sacrificed dreams, spat on ambition
and stood by you through every random tantrum.
I gave you me
You took lifetimes
Now we meet at a tipping point.
I could have finished you long ago.
But the ounce of heart I have left won't let me do it.
I give up.
I surrender.
I kneel now before you.
Unarmed.
No malice.
Just the hope you'll make it quick.
SO...it's my turn to prep the pub for OpenLinkNight...think Brian and Claudia would mind if I sip from the poetry while I do? In desperate need of a drink ;) We'll be linking up at 3pmEST...see you at dVersePoets!
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check stanza 2 for spelling...
Happy Open Mic night!
then again, sometimes you have to fight back :)
A lot of power in this poem. It haunts and also perhaps most of us have been there in some part of our lives.
Lady Nyo
The pacifist in me understands that she could not have finished them/him.
Kneeling before the torturer shows both strength and surrender, and I can appreciate this, especially when one is outnumbered and overpowered. I would prefer to meet it standing and looking them in the eye, but that's just me.
What a fabulous write, Natasha. First read of the Open Mic and I'm all stirred up. You sure gave as good as your asked for!! With admiration, Amy
Well written! (understatement of the century)
I've done nothing but lick your wounds
love your dark
and accept your ways.
Me: Thumbs down. (But looks like I was outvoted!)
Those as they take lifes cruise
As the weak can surely be in control
And ruin the so called strongs lofty goal.
Where is the Food when mother is not?
Whatever the case, this is an honest, powerful, dark and disturbimg piece of writing - exactly what I've come to expect from your pen, Tash. Turned up to 12.
I hope it does go quick for you. I hope that it ends up being a temporary stain upon your life, instead of a permanent scar. I hope you smile once more, my wordweaver.
Sometimes, after all we give, there's nothing left to offer, and though we don't want to, we have no option but give up.
Don't make it any more than that"
Sounds so easy yet is so very hard to live through. Nice write, Tashtoo.
An incredible poem that speaks of how life can entrap us in situations that are unhealthy.How to make changes, escape as it were is not as easy as it seems.So this is how relationships can manipulate us.Your writing is very personal, very touching and the quality is exceptional..LT.
An incredible poem that speaks of how life can entrap us in situations that are unhealthy.How to make changes, escape as it were is not as easy as it seems.So this is how relationships can manipulate us.Your writing is very personal, very touching and the quality is exceptional..LT.