I WAIT
I wait:
For you to get home, hoping that you’ll be in a good mood, knowing that in the end, it won’t make a difference.
I wait:
Watching you, all the while knowing that you’ll scream at me then push, hit, poke, punch, slap me before the night is over.
I wait:
For you to see that you have beaten love to a pulp and it doesn’t live in this house anymore, if it ever did. I “thought” I had it in the beginning, until, too late, I realized it was just a way for you to “lure” those like me.
I wait:
Wondering why you “keep” apologizing for the pain you “keep” giving and “keep” giving and “keep” giving. Please get “tired” of giving me “your” love early tonight. I need some more time to “recover” from last night’s “pain orgy”.
I wait:
Shrinking from the inevitable pain you start giving me now that you’ve knocked me to the floor. The shoes that I bought for you with my “real blood”, “fear sweat”, and many tears kick me as I look up at the “smiling anger” on your face and wonder why is “killing me” bringing you such abnormal satisfaction.
I wait:
Wishing some passerby outside the house would hear my “screams” and your “shouts” thru the broken windows and be compassionate enough to get involved just long enough to save my life by calling 911.
I wait:
Inspecting my body to see if I’m damaged enough to go to the Hospital, my only “safe oasis” away from you. I lie to them for “your” sake and safety all the while praying that I can “stay” for mine.
I wait:
In the car, waiting for you to start the engine so I can hear the radio and tune out you telling me it’s all “my” fault. AGAIN! And, you’re so right, huh. Do you really expect me to believe that this is what “I” made you do”?
I wait:
Hating the fact that you still expect me to do things for you, with this “new” cast on my “old” broken arm, after we get to that torture chamber you call “home”
I wait:
Counting the minutes that tick by slowly, contemplating whether or not the sleeping pills I crushed and poured in your drink will keep you knocked-out long enough for me to get some sleep after I cry in peace.
I wait:
To get into the passing lane on the “interstate” in the car donated to me by a “friend” and a trunk packed with items on the “safety plan” they gave me.
I wait:
NO MORE! NO MORE! now
I “escape”! I “survive”! I “RISE”!
…♥ ♥ ♥ {GhostWing
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Your only FEAR should be the CHOICES you make.
wow
This is good and would like to get more piece on Abuse.
Spoken word verse is rythmic but does not lend itself well to being “read”. You can’t detect the inflections, pauses, and enounciations conveyed in the actual “speaking” of the prose.
If you attend a “spoken word” event, you will hear the rythmic flows in the delivery, but if you just read it you miss the “harmony”
We spoken word artists use the spoken “emotional texture” of our poetry to convey it’s rythm.
fantastic. it ends on a positive note.
encouragement for those that suffer this way.
that they are free and CAN change things.
Free verse is always hard to do. So open to interpretation on form. You have a strong message, that’s for sure. A lot of great images, like waiting in the car. That is very powerful. You have a lot of emotion and feeling that you convey, in a potent way. Bravo.
However, free verse is not a way to escape the melody and rhythm that poetry requires. You have some in there, but you can make a lot more. You don’t have to rhyme, true, but you must, and I say must, follow a rhythm–even find melody within your words… Music if you will. I know it sounds didactic, but I promise you, even famous free verse poets have a rhythm and music. Give it a try, though. You have a lot of feeling and emotion to convey, and I think if you try putting some music in there (not rhyming, you can do music without it!), you’ll really have a great poem on your hands.
Always keep reading and writing. I’ll be sure to tune in for the next poem. Good luck!
-chrisgianakas