How magnificent…
Full of life…
Built upon the demise…
Of so many lives…
Never valued…
Only used…
And abused…
Burned…
Disposed of…
Don’t they know…
The pains of loss…
I hurt all…
When I burn…
Posts Tagged ‘Abuse’
Carbon I
Posted: October 22, 2016 in PoetryTags: Abuse, Death, Despair, Nature, Pain, Science, Time, Violence
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Chapter IV – Violations
Posted: May 17, 2016 in PoetryTags: Abuse, Deceit, Hope, Lies, Life, Love, Misogyny, Peace, Rape, Religion, Sadness, Time, Violence
Intro: To return to a topic such as this…This is the continuation of this small short story I’ve written. One of
the most difficult pieces of writing. So conflicted myself on why I could express these things.
Previous Chapters:
Chapter I – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
Chapter II – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/28/chapter-iii-confliction/
They take her to this place where she’s forced to undress…
Powerless…The stress and shame of being unclothed by these menacing males pales in comparison to the pain she
would suffer soon…
The fumes of opiates numbs her nodes…
And just as they chose who would go first…
A burst of laughter comes from a corridor…
Don’t start yet!
We must break her!
She has been unfaithful!
Just has she heard that she fell to her knees…
Much like a baby comes into this world…
She feels so helpless…
But denies the “crime” outright…
“I refuse to admit to this crime!”
For a moment in time her faith is renewed…
She reminds them of the Oath…
The one a believer must recite…
A light shines onto her eyes as she recites the oath…
But midway as she spoke, one draws a blade and rests it on her throat…
She refuses to stop speaking this truth…And so begins the abuse…
She is beaten while bare naked…
Each beast beats her severely…
Battered and bruised…Old scabs from the past beatings rip open and she lays bleeding…
Seething from the pain…
Yet she’s still breathing…
An amazing sight indeed…
The faith of this woman is laid out for all these beasts to see…
Would they heed?
Would they see that what they’re doing is sinful?
No…
Chapter III – Confliction
Posted: March 28, 2016 in PoetryTags: Abuse, Deceit, Dream, Education, Fairy Tales, Hope, Life, Love, Peace, Religion, Sadness, Time, Violence
Intro: The Third Chapter. This one is a continuation of the story. A very important one for later on.
1st Chapter: https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/15/once-upon-a-time-chapter-i/
2nd Chapter: https://silentscholar.com/2016/03/22/chapter-ii-a-sisters-faith/
Chapter III – Confliction
His mind is redrawn through the words of “God”…
Not realizing that the hands of man are behind his awakening…
The source of light is something so dark that threatens to tear him apart….
A little “note” pulsates through his mind and soul…
Trying to connect the past and present to these enshrined goals…
Bring peace to this world through practicing and preaching this way of peace does little to put at ease the
little boy within him…
So the conflict strengthens….
Am I committing sin?
Is what I’ve been taught to think the way to be a better person?
The little boy who has witnessed so much pain…So much sorrow…So much happiness…
Now must decide where to gravitate…While the surrogate father salivates at the thought of another soldier
being added to the ranks…
Little boy is told to give his last thanks to those he loves…
Takes one long drawn out look at the sky and wonders on the perils of life…
The slow steps to paradise…
Each step reminds him of his duty to his faith…
Yet at the same time doubt has settled in…
Won’t let go…
Surrogate father restates the goals…
“The only way to enter the eternal abode!”
Yet she prays too…
She prays…She prays…
Then came this day…
Did her faith save her?
Husband comes home and strokes her skin…
So softly she feels loved for the first time…
But intertwined with this kindness is the lie his eyes hide from his wife….
He has news from her father…
The choice has been made…
For his debts to be paid she must be made a “slave”…
She can’t believe what’s been said…
Before she could make a sound, she’s bound tight by her husband…
Her brother joins in remaking into what the slavers taste…
She screams…
“I’m your sister!”
“How could you do this to me!?”
Her brother’s cold face shows what phase he has reached…
The brainwashing has been complete…
He himself is a mental slave….
She now turns pale as they turn her over to the menacing males…
Have her prayers failed…?
She prays…She prays…
Silent Scholar 