Days in the life of a poet

When life gets too complicated and our hearts and minds seek out what is good and provides us sustenance...poetry is the breath of life. Words allow us to communicate...to express that within us that is most precious and real. We crave that which is familiar and gives us comfort...read and receive*

Monday, January 17, 2011

Turned Out

Claustrophobic and callous
male thought processes
aimed at pretty girls in
too-tight mini dresses
If you don’t know what’s next
i’ll give you three guesses…
Use
     Abuse
             The evil mind pollutes
Her self-esteem shattered
body bruised and battered
precious worth far scattered
to the winds of fate
her fall to find self-hate

He’s maimed and destroyed
Manipulated and toyed
Unglued her teenage intelligence
Made vanish all her common sense

She’s been walking his streets
Three years now since…
She sees no grass beyond the fence*
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2 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 17, 2011 at 12:24 PM

    This is a tight write Jon. Like the rhyme you got going on here, and your gun sights are clearly set... some scathing language. I like the tone, it works for the context

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  2. jbcrenJanuary 17, 2011 at 7:01 PM

    Not many other poets get me Luke, but you do...thanks for your continued support of my work.

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