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Secret Moments (incest)
by Brian FrancisEyes aglow in the night
reflecting the terror within,
Gasps, from horrors unseen.
Guilt, for the lessons of sin.
Tears, welled together to stream,
pool in the sandman’s lair.
A whimper, in the darkness of night,
ending a whispered prayer.
Scars, from the tortures of "love."
Pain, in the heart and the mind.
Obedient, and still - a rag doll;
fear is the shackles that bind.
07/28/2003 Posted on 07/28/2003
Copyright © 2024 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 07/31/03 at 03:11 PM Why do such subjects attract our attention? Shock value I suspect. You picture vividly the desperation of the helpless, defenseless victime; often guilt-ridden for an offense not theirs. There is one sense in which the perpetrator is also a victim who desperately needs help. Poignantly tragic. |
| Posted by Gail Wolper on 06/30/13 at 08:29 PM I also find poems on this topic rather overwritten, even this one. With a topic like this, it is necessary to overwrite and understate. However I do think you did a great job with the form, keeping rhyme and rhythm perfectly, which it seems like practically no one does anymore. |
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