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Bacchanalian Redhead
~Monday, January 10, 2005
No More
I wrote this poem as a tribute to all the women, including myself, who have suffered at the hands of another; be it a husband, brother, lover, friend, or complete stranger. You're not alone; don't ever think that you're alone. It isn't your fault; you aren't to blame.
Contact RAINN if you should ever need comfort or support.
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NO MORE
That I could recall all you once said,
in the misty haze of morn;
a reason whence my scorn has led,
a love no longer to be borne.
In the misty haze of morn,
I swore to honor, love, and please--
a reason whence my scorn has led
to cowering on bended knee.
I swore to honor, love, and please;
a promise I kept, though I wept,
to cowering on bended knee;
despair for promises unkept.
A promise I kept, though I wept,
as loving touches turned to bitter blows;
a despair for promises unkept--
turns as a tidal ocean flows.
As loving touches turned to bitter blows,
I came to realize, my love
turns as a tidal ocean flows;
fleeting quickly, like a dove.
I came to realize, my love;
a reason whence my scorn has led,
fleeting quickly, like a dove--
that I could recall all you once said!
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