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And Nobody Came

by Jennifer L Banks

The one thing I hate most about thy self
Is trying to defend myself.
I have no temper, I have no screams
I just lay down like a few musty beams.
Broken before it started
gazing outside in the dark, half hearted.
I look out and say, "hey what about me?"
Can't you think of any other way?
And yet, here it goes again,
I find myself confused, already buried and bruised.
I just lay down, unable to scream, unable to talk
unable to dream.

You're angry I know this, I don't belong
in the middle of this mess, I can't even be strong.
I start to blame myself for the dumbest things
something I didn't do, among lots of strings.
i don't know how to solve this, how to change it,
how to brave it. I just lay down and wish someone
would bother to pave it.

I'm used to being accused,
to be battered, broken and bruised.
I'm used to being told I'm to blame
that I'm no good, "Help me!" I scream
.....and nobody came.


Posted on 11/16/2011
Copyright © 2020 Jennifer L Banks

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 11/16/11 at 09:09 PM

... outstanding.....

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