Bullies

by Kurt   May 24, 2009


Struggling with the morning like always
I watch you stumble in the black
You don't smile much nowadays
After the violent attacks

I couldn't provide you any aid
Being small, frail and weak
The swiftness of their blade
Produced a horrific shriek

We used to wander park trails
On our daily exercising walks
Yet your skin turns deathly pale
When you imagine how you were stalked

Pacing around your bed
Eyes darting angrily to and fro
You slowly sit and rest your head
Momentarily overcome with dread

Our eyes meet again at last
Our scars match gash for gash
Reminders of the vicious past
So you the place mirror into the trash

Bitter and alone I wait now
Contemplating the rejection
Yet I am understanding of how
One can hate their own reflection

© Kurt Hampton 2009

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  • 14 years ago

    by PinkyPrincess

    Wow... this poem is so sad and deep... sooo emotional... I love it... The ending was extremely powerful... It's very relatable as well... Well done Kurt!

  • 14 years ago

    by My Name Is Mouse

    This was enjoyful to read. Yet also a sad read. Knowing what it's like to feel hatred when you see your reflection it dissappoints the person on the outside and also the one within. Love your poetry. Keep writing many more.

    xo

  • 14 years ago

    by silvershoes

    Deep. I like the transitions; how each stanza brings in a new darkness. This is a very personal poem - I don't know if it's true for you or not, but it rings true with such specific details and raw emotion. By the end, I'm still left slightly in the dark as to what terrible things occurred. Perhaps that's what you were going for? There's definitely a question left unanswered. Also, the last stanza gave me a mixed vibe (in a good way). Perhaps this poem is about an individual that can't look themselves in the mirror after a dark past. OR, two family members that shared a dark past and one member now avoids the other because the other's presence is a reminder of what has happened. I was reminded of how sometimes when parent's lose a child, they separate because being around each other makes the pain of loss more real. Anyway, as you can see, your poem made me think, and made me question, so, in that, it's a great write.
    Good work.

  • 15 years ago

    by Brenda

    Wow this is in intense. the emotion is so raw, and it draws a tear to my eye. very well written piece, you should be proud of this great ability you have...to make paint a picture with your words. keep it up :]

    5/5

  • 15 years ago

    by Nonz

    This captures the feeling of dread so well, it conveys directly and fully to the reader, and I know that's our aim as poets at the end of the day.
    I understand how someone can "hate their own reflection" and I also realize how this affects their relationships as well.
    Great read.