Hearts beating She knows the meaning.. Sick Fear Excitement.. Kids screaming Staff running.. Tackle child Like football Watch
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Hands over mouth.. Stifle her screams.. Not allowed to feel In this institution.. She is an insignificant girl.. An intrusion.. Must control her body Mind ...And soul.. Don’t feel ! Don’t think! DON’T Say a word.. You are here To be W a r e h o u s e d NOT heard. Lock up is where she goes.. Stripped of her cloths.. Naked body Naked heart Naked soul Thrown down.. Rug burn on her face.. She doesn’t care.. She is use to this place.. Her crimson blood.. now smeared on dirty floors... She is not part of this world anymore. She is a disposable girl Behind locked doors. She falls s l o w l y Into her m i n d She whispers I l o v e d y o u.. For the very last time.. No one is there to hear what was said.. No one is to witness Her hearts final death.
i personally witnessed similiar apathy when i was a nursing student and when i tried to make a difference (which i was successful at) i was reprimanded ... your poem explores the indifference on the most part, of a soul in pain ...
Powerful emotions that needs to be heard. Well-expressed piece Erica!
~ Sandie Angel a.k.a. May Lu ~
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2004
An intense exercise into the maddness of the heart.
Reviewed by Debashish Haar (Reader)
Reviewed on March 15, 2004
POWERFUL poem, ERICA...I just request you to delete my previous review...I was probably reading something else and posted that comment on your wonderful poem...
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