Torment

Torment short poem

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Slowly, slowly as the storm brews
Dark Images, thoughts and words of abuse
Tunnelling, focusing, blurred then black
Is that yet another knife in my back?

Raging inside yet aware, not awake
Cornered and shaken, I will not let them take
My dignity, freedom, my own self respect
They know not of the damage
As I stand there, inept

A rabbit in headlights
A fox being chased
Do they have no compassion?
Has this man gone to waste?

Exhausted and lame as I stare at the walls
Crying and helpless as my spirits, they fall
Lonely, abandoned and all hope has fled
No sign of help, they’ve just left me for dead.

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Shaun Fennings

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I'm a 47 year old with two sons, Sam (22) and Jim (19). I love poetry, music and fashion and work for a local company as a Finance Manager.My brother and I are both on the road to sobriety, after some very ugly and interesting experiences..my recent post 'The Sad Old Drunk Without a Head' is pretty much based on how we recall our boozy experiences!My brother (Lee) and I are currently embarking on a journey - 'The Picture Poet Society', which aims to capture our thoughts and feelings in pictures and poetry..we then hope to co-write a book on our 'Road to Sobriety'..which we believe will be inspiring to others that wish for a life without drink..so watch this space.I hope you enjoy my work and am always pleased to hear feedback..good or bad..mistakes will be made along the way..it's the only way we can strive to improve.Thanks! Shaun
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Chandrama Deshmukh
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Sometimes darkness could be liberating.
Stay put!

I am impressed with the way you have worded your thoughts.

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