Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

They Will

Drag me back, they will

Tear me, until they’ve had their fill

Scar me, the marks last forever

Crush me, ‘tis their endeavor

Whip me, I no longer feel the sting

Blind me, it comforts as nothing else will bring

Deafen me, my own screams do the trick

Beat me, the bruises do not heal from the kick

Break me, my spirit lies on the floor

**** me, for I wish for no more

Request permission to use this poem
i
Written by
ica-otoole
American
Published
Jun 23, 2010
Lines·Words
10·74
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell ica-otoole how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write