No Welcoming.

[rewiiired]

No Welcoming.
2/4/02
It’s like I can’t open my eyes to escape this bad dream.
It’s like I can’t blink for a moment’s distance from this harsh reality.
You rape me from the inside out.
I’m translucent to you and you dissect my mind,
looking for something as you make me blind, putting
more in the dark bubble inside,
the one I’ve been trying to pop fully
for seven long years.
Fuck you, you can’t exist.
In reflection I wonder if I really do.
Where do you come from? What do you want?
Why do I fear you, you fuck?
Take away your flasks full of putty babies.
Take away the pictures you put inside my head.
Give back my memories and quit staring into me.
Quit stripping me to soul, for that’s just for me to see.
There’s nothing I trust of you now.
Nothing could turn me around.
You have no right, and I’ll fight to the ground…
I’ll turn this around and bring me home.
I don’t care what they call you,
it’s all the same to me.
You’re there and I don’t want you to be,
so leave me alone. Let me be free.
This is your silent invasion, we offered no welcoming.
This is our lives and we have a right to privacy,
but you’ve seen things in me I’d die to see,
hiding more as you hide the
memories of you in me.

 

[Nik137]

I like this. its blatant and honest and harsh, but you really describe the reality of such situations. i can feel the memory in your mind, the way it rapes you, engulfes you... lingers around everything else that you think.
you did an excellent job of describing all that.
and i did totally connect, as well as relate.
never welcome them, they're slick, but catch them at the throat and kick them to the ground. stay strong and you'll eventually begin to drift away from the vividness of that memory.
good work

 

[rewiiired]

Thank you for your compliments and commentary, as poems of mine of this nature don't usually attract all that many responses on here... and as for the subject of the poem, I'd strangle `them' if I could, but I can't, and I honestly doubt it would do any good in the long run. It would be satisfying. I have to say, though, I'd settle for some real answers from them for a change.