Illumination

Illumination

A Poem by Gideon Nelson
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Sometimes, the light cannot be turned on. Only lightning can illuminate.

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Illumination

 

The lightning flashes

To the beat of the rain

I don’t know why

But it illuminates the pain

The cuts on my arms

The bruises on my face

The pain itself

Reminds me of your distaste.

 

As the bursts of light

Light up the sky

I look down at myself,

See my life going by

I can feel, again,

The terror once more

The outcome of your wrath,

The hardness of the floor.

 

I can feel your words

You can taste my fear

As you lash out at me

And laugh at my tears

You kick me and yell

I wince and I scream

You beat me some more

The pain is extreme

 

I used to hope

But it’s useless to try

Your shoes to my face

Just won’t pass me by

The slaps to me cheeks

The knives to my throat

You step back and leave

As my blood makes a moat

 

You push and you shove

Leaving me pressed to the ground

With another thing broken

My luck won’t turn around

You step on my back

You hit me with bats

You claw at my face

Your fingers like a cat’s

 

You shove my face in the water

And hold it there fast

I realize this situation

Will be left unsurpassed

You use whips you use shovels

You practically own my pain

But you only increase it,

You leave me inane

 

You always act good

With company around

But once they are gone

You’d rather have me drown

How long I can take this

I am not sure

Because you are a disease

And I don’t have the cure

 

And now I watch

As the storm goes away

The lucky storm

 

Who alone can say

That he is through

He has nothing else to spare

Then he floats away…

This is really unfair

 

Why can’t I be a storm

And escape these walls?

Disappear into the distance

Instead of facing more falls?

Say that I’m through

Allow me to rest

I’m sick or your games

You beating little pest.

 

Goodbye dear storm

Realize your luck

Disappear in the horizon

Refuse to be struck.

Oh no, here she comes!

Why now? Not now!

I don’t think I can survive....

Sweat leaked down my brow.

 

Help me, anyone,

Help me survive!

But then if I die,

I don’t want to be revived

So just do what you must

Don’t let her strength reassert

And, please, I’m begging you,

Don’t make it hurt.

© 2010 Gideon Nelson


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Added on October 8, 2009
Last Updated on September 24, 2010

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