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I Ask

February 9, 2010
By Anonymous

You have torn me
You have ripped me
Why must you ruin me?
What pleasure does this,
Sick perverse act give you?
I was once a blooming, beautiful flower
Then you smashed me down hard with your boot.

My petals are crushed
My dreams perished
And what was your reason for doing,
This hateful crime? I ask
You only laugh.
I am but a flower you so knowingly plucked.

Once ripe and prosperous
Now my petals are forever stained with your taint
My very core has turned hateful and bitter
So I must ask you once more
What is so funny about my agony?


The author's comments:
There are certain reason behind this piece, which I will not disclose. However, if you have ever encountered sexual or physical abuse I urge you to please tell someone, anyone...because you can't keep it all bubbled up inside.

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