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***be warned, this one could be a little disturbing to some****
The Hand
The hand that lifted me - When I saw no way out
The hand that held me fast - Not wanting to let go
The hand that held back nothing - Willing to give all it possessed
The hand that showed me love - When I said it didn't exist
The hand that touched and carressed me - Explored my very being - And learned every inch
The hand so soft and gentle - Now anything but
This same hand - gave me black eyes, cuts, and bruises
The hand that showed no mercy - And humiliated me again and again
The hand that one night grasped - Tightly around my throat
The hand that beat me unconscious - And left me for dead
His hand that still haunts my memories - And keeps me in constant fear
The hand that taught me love and hate
Finally taught me how to kill
The Hand
The hand that lifted me - When I saw no way out
The hand that held me fast - Not wanting to let go
The hand that held back nothing - Willing to give all it possessed
The hand that showed me love - When I said it didn't exist
The hand that touched and carressed me - Explored my very being - And learned every inch
The hand so soft and gentle - Now anything but
This same hand - gave me black eyes, cuts, and bruises
The hand that showed no mercy - And humiliated me again and again
The hand that one night grasped - Tightly around my throat
The hand that beat me unconscious - And left me for dead
His hand that still haunts my memories - And keeps me in constant fear
The hand that taught me love and hate
Finally taught me how to kill
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No, I've never killed anyone, just for the record. I can understand the women in the situation that do though. Even though murder is wrong... I can understand.
So... background on this poem, sorry there won't be any. Is it fiction or nonfiction? Well, like many things I write, it's combination of both. And as usual I won't diferentiate the fiction from the nonfiction... some secrets stay kept.
I know... a poem of mine that doesn't rhyme, unbelievable. Powerful messages can't always rhyme though.
Thanks for reading!
"The Hand" © me (SoraNoMiki)
----If you want to use any of my poems for anything other than profit, feel free, just please note me and let me know and credit me. Thanks!----
So... background on this poem, sorry there won't be any. Is it fiction or nonfiction? Well, like many things I write, it's combination of both. And as usual I won't diferentiate the fiction from the nonfiction... some secrets stay kept.
I know... a poem of mine that doesn't rhyme, unbelievable. Powerful messages can't always rhyme though.
Thanks for reading!
"The Hand" © me (SoraNoMiki)
----If you want to use any of my poems for anything other than profit, feel free, just please note me and let me know and credit me. Thanks!----
© 2008 - 2024 SoraNoMiki
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I would rather die myself then let my hands or words hurt a woman, even more so of a woman I love. And true love never dies or fades.