"schock" poems
Wenn es dich trifft wie aus dem Nichts,
dieser Moment hart wie ein Schlag
"Oh Nein", zuerst das Opfer spricht,
will niemand doch des Schmerzes leiden.
Doch hat der Schock sein positives
zum Denken er anregen mag
der Reflektion sei wahr geholfen
Trotz Schmerz, es ist ein schöner Tag.
Der Mensch sich sehr oft ungewiss,
was soll er tun mit seiner Zeit
Entscheidungen, zu oft befragt
konfrontiert mit Einsamkeit
Das Paradox des Lebens ist
wer sind wir, was soll ich tun?
Doch fällt die Lösung auch so schwer
jeder steckt in eignen Schuh'n
Schau vorwärts, denn nur dort kannst finden
dein Glück wenn du noch suchend bist
Bleib dir stets treu was auch geschehe
des Rätsel's Schlüssel in dir ist
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
She scrubs her olive skin,
until it starts to bleed;
She collapses in the shower,
and begins to scrub her knees.
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No matter the time it takes,
or the Brillo Pads she's used;
She never felt quite clean enough,
just ***** and abused.
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Her nightmare had began,
earlier that day;
When the Bug Man came on in,
and he began to spray.
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He layed down his equipment,
and began to talk to her;
Before she even knew it,
he was ripping off her shirt.
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She could not move an inch,
consumed with shame and fear;
When he ripped off her blue jeans,
her eyes broke out in tears.
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When he was finished with her,
and the **** came to an end;
He packed up all his gear,
and out the door he went.
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She sat in utter schock,
all she felt was shame;
Because she let him in,
was she the one to blame?
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC