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JB

From past pains to present hauntings

 

From past pains to present hauntings

 

 

though these feelings remain deeply hidden in my past

they tend to surface every now and then

bringing with them, memories so painful,

memories that tear at my soul, ripping it to shreds

 

they play themselves out in my mind, like an old time horror spoof

a festival of blood, guts and gore,

this sounds to gruesome to mention you might think,

and you would be right in thinking this, because i live it

 

i breathe in the fear when it surfaces

i feel the claws of panic grabbing at me

i feel the breathless loss of control that envelops me

when these memories strike me out of the blue

 

during these times day to day functions go on auto pilot

i wander around as though i am on another plain

here on earth, yet not quite a part of my surroundings

its moments like these where nothing makes sense, it is all scrambled

 

bits of my past life scattered around me

flowing over to my present life, threatening to overwhelm me

thoughts of what has occurred , memories of your touch

makes my skin crawl, my heart go cold with utter loathing

 

of a crime that you, and you alone with full knowledge committed

against me, knowing full well the damage you would cause

the unrepairable harm and pain that you have inflicted on me

and who knows how many other unsuspecting souls

 

your day will come, you self centered overbearing arrogant individual

the title of human being is definitely not befitting of you

the time will come when you number is up, my once trusted friend

and may you have the strength to face you demons when you meet your final end!

 

 

 

 

 

— Feebie, Sep 19, 2007

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Region, Country: Gauteng, ZMB

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost

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orgami

18 years 8 months ago

emotional overview

this poem brings up a lot for me also i dont think i was abused physically but i know that i have emotional scars i know so many who went through the abuse of others and like you say trusted individuals its that indignity that complete violation that really pisses me off when i get wind of it this poem must have been hard for you to write to admit that you have moments when you are disabled by what occured i had panic attacks and severe depression for years before meds and counselling i thought myself a weakling no willpower no gumption no guts etc always crying about stuff now i see its just my way of working it out or not working it out i can relate about not being in reality though when triggers happen or on auto pilot this still happens to me even with all of the help i have today its from reading poems like yours and talking to others about what happened that makes me face my disablity or better accept it and not beat myself up i am a good person today i make a difference in my own life and in others i will not become a "It-happened'to-me- so-it-will-happen-to-you-now.." perons lots of people keep perpetuating cycles though it takes a hell of a lot of strength to become a better person bravo i am deeply saddened to feel for your past also though your poem inspires me thank you ..O..
JB

Jillian Botha

18 years 8 months ago

Thank you Orgami

Hi Orgami Yes, this was a very hard poem to write for me personally, but the words i will admitt to you, needed to be said and given a medium to be expressed . Thank you for you kind words, they were much appreciated... Kind regards Feebie Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
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purplemoondoll

18 years 8 months ago

This is exactly the reason

Why I wrote Thinking with Demons. though these feelings remain deeply hidden in my past they tend to surface every now and then bringing with them, memories so painful, memories that tear at my soul, ripping it to shreds To kill these memories off once and for all and move on. This is a beautiful poem Feebie, And one that resonates deeply within me. Thank you Kaz x
JB

Jillian Botha

18 years 8 months ago

A way to purge... i guess

Hi Kaz I guess this was my way of purging myself of these dmeons....What inspired this write though, will take a while to be purged to be honest with you though..... Thank you for you kind words Kaz Kind regards Jill Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
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Bosspoet

18 years 8 months ago

Karma

Whatever happend who ever left scars all things must answer to Karma!
JB

Jillian Botha

18 years 8 months ago

The wheel turns......

or so they say. Thank you Boss :-) Kind regards Jill Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
JB

Jillian Botha

18 years 8 months ago

Thank you spelling pixie :-)

Hi David Thank you!! :-) Kind regards Jill Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)
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JulieMcCarty

18 years 8 months ago

WOW

Feebie, Now reading this for the first time tonight, I do think surely you are my long lost sister. You have written here almost every thought and feeling I have ever had. I am about to cry reading this! I need to read it again and again. I can't believe how you have just described so many days I have went through and fought to get through. WHOOOOOOO! :) Julie