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Prison Walls

This is every young girl’s story who had to endure sexual abuse at the hands of a trusted man, be it her natural father, stepfather, or another trusted relative.

I watch the shadow of a man
confused, I do not make a sound
I look around to search for mama
she is no where to be found

does she hide-a-way deliberatelyprison walls
pretending everything is fine
that within these lovely walls
there exists no malefic crime

stealthily he leans across my bed
his words are soft; his body hard
the innocence of a child is lost
body, mind and heart is scarred

there are no words ever spoken
concerning his malevolent deed
mama lowers eyes and covers ears
whenever I beg her to give heed

for many years I am his prize
until of age I could rebel
freeing myself from my tormentor
though still imprisoned in his hell

the memories are my torture
relived at night; my prison wall
silent sobs plead for freedom
to raise my eyes and stand up tall

©Dorianna 2013

Damnation

visited the old house today
long neglected but won’t go away
once lovely rose garden hiding crimes
a haunting forest of tangled thorns abandoned
in all this time the ivy vine entwines
like a new owner on a rampage
trying to conceal the ghostly screams

the empty walls have no muffling
still whispers mock with dirty secrets
reminders of scars clawed upon my soul
so many skeletons these walls hold
closets filled with evil laughter
we tried so hard to hide
the terror buried deep inside

till these walls have died
every brick and mortar crumbled
secrets rise at midnight
with a mighty rumble
to dance an evil celebration
of the soul’s damnation

©Dorianna

 

 

 

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Madness

solitude
paranoia
random misgivings
no sense
no cohesion
observing life
through clouded eyes
pain
rape
abuse
convulsion
disillusion
confusion
tremors
shudders
silent screams
frightening recollections
wicked deeds in silence
creeping on the child at sleep
nightmares
secrets
dirty secrets
never tell
whispers
threatening whispers
madness
yes! madness
madness is her hell
madness serves her well

© Dorianna 2012

Forest

Alone in the forest
she circles in trepidation
carnivorous creatures all
her heart ~ her soul
their endless focus
her misery their torturous delight
her madness their destructive goal

the trees provide no shelter  
mock her search for acceptance
the birds of prey ~ vultures
waiting her final collapse
she circles her dark prison
whirling deep deeper into an abyss

screaming for a word of comfort
a hand held out in warmth
an understanding heart
to long she’s wept alone
tired of the forest
the taunting continues
the derision her anguish

she has fought too long
for a way out of the forest
she begs the beasts
devour me at last
free me from this torment
they do not care
they do not listen
her torment is their mirth

© Dorianna 2011

Burgundy Drops

Burgundy drops

from my bleeding heart

paint the words

of my wounds

© Dorianna 2011

The Captor

In a devious darkened cubicle
the captor plots and spins his web
craftily conceals his deception
honied words and guileless semblance

With cautious skill the assailant
selects souls with empty veins
fragile creatures with wounded hearts
targets for his machinations

The assailant moves with shrewdness
lures his prey slowly to his web
vulnerable souls are captured
in bondage of emotional striations

The abductor adjudges the heart
of his newly detained victims
prison master feeding the veins
prepared venom of feigned love

With needs of a vampire the captor
owns wounds not unlike the caught
drinking blood of yearning lovers
remaining still in want of heart

© Dorianna 2011

Infidelity’s Aftermath

 

Seated motionless

Unaware of the passage of time

Blank stares, Oblivion

Caring not one’s whereabouts Crushed

Inflamed anguish of a broken heart.

 

Internal groans,

Pardon pleads the essence of this soul.

Sincerest emotions

Masked by accusations

Consequences of an error past.

© Dorianna 2011

Plastic Hearts

 

 

Refuge

she travels on her train, never
knowing where she’s bound
always looking out the window
bemused by what she’s found
seeks asylum from this world
inside her train she hides
speeding by she never stops
to let anyone inside

she sees a passenger, and
meets him at the station
he pleads to come aboard
a pause for contemplation
captive she boards alone
remains in her obscurity
terrorized as a child
powerless to break free

seeks protection from infliction
freedom from the violence
her soul sees only strangers, so
she lives within her silence
she travels on her train
a heart held in control
horrific memories drives her
while solitude keeps her whole

her asylum walled in ice
hides her burning anguish
deflecting sinners scorn
recollections banished
survival the destination
every journey on her train
a refuge and a fortress
averting violence with its pain

© Dorianna 

 

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