Rape.

this poem can be interpreted in many ways...i wrote it with that intention. The title for it is not the only interpretation, its just that its the least personal of the lot while it still has its effect.

He Laughs,

While you cry.

He enjoys himself,

While you die.

 

Your pain,

Brings him joy.

To him you are nothing.

But a temporary new toy.

 

While he rips you from the outside,

You rip yourself from within,

Everything is just being cut up.

And chucked in the bin.

 

The final few seconds arrive,

And the barrel is pointed at your head.

A single shot is fired.

And then you just lie dead.

 

You died, humiliated,

You died, in pain.

You died so insignificantly.

You were simply slain.

Reviews

[ashley]

this is intense... very well written.

[Crinkle°]

that's very strong. s**t, excellent work.

[Coyote Poetry]

When death because a business and a norm. We are in deep trouble. Your poem was powerful. Showing killing as a pleasure to some men. Complete poem open up to many different directions the reader could go. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dom]

Lol. hey, u should check out some of my stuff. I think there kinda crappy, but its something to do when i'm bored. anyways, again nice job!

[Sasha]

haha!! thank you. i make sure that all my poems rhyme...otherwise i don't really see how they become poems. :S

[Dom]

That was such a good poem! It was kinda sad, but it held a lot of emotion. And i do like the fact that it rhymed. i like poems that rhyme better lol. Good job!