by Cat L Harvey
Sunday, January 26, 2003
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Round and round the rope goes,
Wrapping itself around my hands and feet,
Twisting round my waist
Pulling tighter and tighter,
I can hardly breathe,
I can hardly think,
The rope twines around my brain Scratching through my senses
Corrupting my conscience
Polluting my mind.
I don’t know this is happening
I’m carrying on my twisted little life Unaware, wondering why
A girl like me can be so demoralised
By the harmless life I lead
Infecting and polluting the people
Who I want, infecting people with my desires,
Unaware, wondering why
The people around me are getting so angry
So upset, so distorted.
Now I know I’m the corrupter,
The bonds that grip me so tightly
suffocate the nearest people
The people that I want.
Making them aware of every little twist of rope,
Every lose fibre of the bonds
That hold us together,
The corruption tightens around them
And messes with their minds, makes them confused
Makes them cut the cords and break away In search of someone with a kinder bond.
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|Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*®
|This is a powerful piece of writing. I see that you have a good and kind heart. ~Joseph|
|Reviewed by Bourge
|Nice write Cat- just be sure you don't let things get to you ok baban?
|Reviewed by Deanna Jones (Reader)
|I like this--it can mean different things to different people.|
|Reviewed by Brittany Renée
|Your details make the poem, most definately, and it really is a good relation to the reader and it's title is quite intriguing. You did a marvelous job and I wish to see more of your poetry!
|Reviewed by the phantom pheonix
|wow what a poem that makes you think on so many different levels!|
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Very troubling and twisted.|