Not Myself Lately

This is about domestic abuse.

 

 

The flickering light bulbs on the wall

paint an eternal annoyance

of being reminded

that I'm still here.

 

The stains on the carpet

are a continues reminder

of the day

no one has ever heard me speak of.

 

Walking these streets

as cars pass me by

is a constant reminder

that I'm not going anywhere

because you have made me afraid

to make anything of myself.

 

My reflection in the mirror

is something I would like to get rid of

because I don't even see myself anymore.

I see what you have made me.

Author's Note

Nothing's perfect,Don't be too harsh please!!

Reviews

[Sarah]

Very haunting poem - particularly the first & third stanzas. I'm a fan. (: You captured the lonliness and pain of domestic abuse, I think, quite well. Great job. =)

[Lyndsay Castro]

Very straightforward, as always! It is great, I like how you don't add too much frilly bits. I would suggest to play around with other words/phrases in place of "reminder/reminded", just for the fun of it, and stretch yourself a little there. A sometimes touchy subject, but you rocked it, as always.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

I have got to say you made your point with the intense and raw emotions that should come with this situation, that stanza bout the car really was my favorite but the whole piece is brilliant.

[An owl on the moon]

So desperately sad... Powerful, painful write about something that happens way too often... You capture the emotion and the feeling of emptiness so well...

Craig

[Last Lying Look]

Domestic Violence is such a sad thing.
I know alot of people who work at the local womens shelters and they say it's really heartbreaking to hear abused woman tell the stories of what they've been through.
This was such a sad poem. You did an excellent job.
Keep it up!

-Elissa :)

[Alice]

You improve in subtlety and imagery and therefore impact every time lately. I'm younger than you so it feels weird to say it haha, but I can see you growing up through the maturity of your poetry. I sound like an old woman. It's true though.
continues ---> continuous
know one ---> no one
Powerful poem.