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tortured soul

While sitting in bed,
Staring blankly at a single spot
Feeling dead
Unable to think of anything,
But the tortures he would make,
There she shed tears that in them hold events
That marker her life
Just like the bruises that marked her body,
She gently touches her wounds
Hoping her hands would heal, with a magical touch
She fails, it’s in vain
The wounds remain in pain.
She feels angry, damaged and used.
Her life was taken from her
By a man who was repulsive and impure
The beatings left misery, she fiercely live through
Sickening her self and all that surround her
There she sits in bed, this very night
With her soul trapped
Now dead
Unable to remember anything
But the tortures that man, brutally left.




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rebeccastewart said...
Sept. 5, 2010 at 12:32 pm:
i read it! you should have won first! it was sooo good! i literally cried! your soo talented! have you talked to your english teacher?, i remember she was all into your pieces :D
 
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rebeccastewart said...
Sept. 5, 2010 at 12:20 pm:
dear!  once again your writing captivates! i loved this poem its so real and heart shattering! well hun im glad to know you are reaching your dream! i knew writing would take you farr!! message me we need to catch up.say hi to your mother for me,im very proud of you
 
taniashortcake This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Sept. 5, 2010 at 12:24 pm :

thanks becca! love you!

ill say hi:)... i still need more feedback on the writing competiton entry. i won 2nd place on the nawc so thats a biggy!!<33

 
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