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My Coffin
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Death I lay in my coffin every night, hoping never to wake up once again.
My coffin is my bed, where all my nightmares torment me.
I hate the night time!
They're area a lot of sleepless nights in my life time.
My violators have made sure that the assaults and force they Used upon me will never be forgotten.
Be it in wakefulness or when I'm sleeping.
The hatred I have for my violators, have come to consume all my thoughts.
I'm the victim an I'm the one they find repulsive.
One day all the harm an injury they thrust upon me will come back on them.
Brenda
I am assuming that this is the poetry of one of the women you have been fortunate to counsel. Descriptive in every way of the torment of abuse. A powerful poem. Thank you for posting.
Zulaikah, very raw and deliberate use of simple words. It certainly makes for a powerful image of a survivors pain...long nights and dark demons, when all you really want is a moments peace. Salam. Mike.