Poem -

Hauntings

He is a plague on my mind
It is difficult for me to find...

A resolution to this mess
A cure for all this stress
Can't forget how he'd undress
Me sometimes with tenderness
And the way he would caress
My heart with happiness
The power he did posess
Fed me a hint of sweetness
With lashings of bitterness

Because this gymnast would flip
360°, he would let rip
The mask he wore would slip
With his razor bladed whip

I can still hear his voice
To it I have no choice
Abusing my beautiful language
Manipulated to his advantage

To me he was an affliction
To him I was a contradiction
Loving me was his addiction
Hating me with the same conviction

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Tony Taylor

Wow!!  This is INTENSE SHELLEY!!.....I hope that this is a fiction but somehow I think not!!...It's VERY powerful and still reads as a controlled memory rather than the truly angry feelings of a person having lived through ~

                 ~  "Loving me was his addiction
                      Hating me with the same conviction..."

You must keep a lot bottled up inside.....I pray that this write helped get some of the yucky stuff out of your system.....Anyway, maybe this IS a fiction and all my words unnecessary (smiles).........PINNED!!.....powerful write SHELLEY!!.......well penned!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  : )

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Shelley-anne St...

Thank you my friend. That is very kind of you. It is not fiction. It's the reason I forgot who I was. Writing has helped immensely. I started sharing poetry again when I woke up. And I've been fighting to stay free ever since. I do still keep a lot inside yes but I do release, I just try not to write from those places too often. It's still fresh. And it's been intense few months. But your encouragement, this lovely community and expressing myself has helped in unimaginable ways. Love and light as always ☀

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Richard Waters

Spirits soar. Take the reader on a tour. To haunt the memory. And please the pallet.....of life's easel !! Brush strokes of engaging worth. Going further, to better culture.
Thank you for sharing !!
Wishing you the best. :)

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