Do not hurt me, I am too weak
My captor’s vengeance sickly and vile
Smashed by your heartless fist beating my soul
Robotic days turn into restless nights
Suffocation seeps through my soul
Do not hurt me, I am too weak
Anger, rage, and bloody torment
Fight against the blinding light
Smashed by your heartless fist beating my soul
Callous, spiteful hurt inflicted daily
My mummified shell once full and voluptuous
Do not hurt me, I am too weak
Slay me and be done with all the suffering
Or let me free to escape your bloodied hands
Smashed by your heartless fist beating my soul
Time seeps out and drains away, contaminated
By your grasp upon my passion for life
Do not hurt me, I am too weak
Smashed by your heartless fist beating my soul
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This poem was first published on Medium where you can find more of my work.
About the Creator
Rosy Gee
I write short stories and poetry. FeedMyReads gave my book a sparkling review here. I have a weekly blog: Rosy's Ramblings where I serialized my first novel, The Mysterious Disappearance of Marsha Boden. Come join me!
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