In this black
of
your night.
I touch you,
I smell you;
I feel your hot
breath on my cheek
when you whisper
that I am evil
that God watches
that I will surely
go
to Hell
for what you’ve
done.
I remember
and I forget
Why I’m wicked
Why I’m frightened
Why I bleed in pain.
So I lay here,
in this darkness,
in this fear,
in this black
of
your night.
First posted 10/2015
(C) Rob Goldstein 2015-2018 All Rights Reserved
Beautifully written, Rob. And the image is compelling — perfect for the words. Hugs.
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Thanks Teagan. Your comments are always so generous-I’m often at a loss for words.
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Very powerful! Check out my poetry as well, caelidotblog.wordpress.com/blog/
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Thank you!
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Welcome!
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I’ve visited your site and like your artwork very much. I don’t see where to like and comment.
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Thank you for sharing this. Once again, you’ve taken writing to another level. Excellent!
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Thank you! Your comment brightened my evening!
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And your post brightened my day! So, thank you😊
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Thanks!:)
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O_O Riveting…
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Thank you so much for your visit and comment. I just checked out your blog and look forward to reading some of it.
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Of course, and thank-you for your visit in return Robert.
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Touching, emotional ,hauntingly recognisable. xx
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Thank you, Paula. I’m honored.
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Love the artwork and poetry you’re sharing, Robert.
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Thank you so much for your visits and comments Kitt. 🙂
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My pleasure. Sometimes I have to catch up on my blog reading…
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Quite a fearful read for me, darkness can be sleepless. Hope your nights are peaceful now.
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To be honest when I read this poem I don’t ‘feel’ the content. What I see is the form and structure of the poem and what I feel is the rhythm of the line. There’s a disconnect between the part of my brain that is responding to you and the part that wrote the poem. I don’t feel the pain in the poem. 🙂
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Such a powerful post, Robert.
I hope, that you feel better getting all out in this way and then we can just await karma hits the abuser.
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Thanks Irene. I don’t know who that was, I can only remember the sensations.
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I do still hope, that karma hit all the abusers and hit hard.
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I agree.
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I was told I was going to hell for what HE did so this really resonated with me
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That’s a common theme with adults who sexually assault children. They silence them with fear and shame.
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My blog for some reason isn’t letting me comment on other blogs right now. It just says “retry” but I wanted to 1 thank you for this comment and then 2. Say that I read the picture blog you just wrote.
If I don’t look at myself, I know me. I feel me. I sense me I am aware of me if I look at pictures it is someone that I often do not recognize. At first I thought it was that I cut all my hair of when it broke off due to the disease ( I did it to liberate myself from society’s pressure for women to have long hair and from my mother who constantly critiqued my hair my entire life) but then I just saw myself in the picture and would not see the me that I felt. There is a disconnect sometimes and I believe, if I my share my honest truth here with you that our appearance has no way of showing our heart, our intentions, our love, our empathy, our growth and so maybe, in some ways, because of that, we will never fully recognize ourselves in a picture. Just a thought I wanted to share
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Thanks Bethany. The literature on dissociative disorders mentions this problem of not recognizing the self. There’s an interesting post on this here:
Not Recognizing Self in Mirror after Child Abuse
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Thank you so much for this. I have never read anything like it. Truly. Thank you. Very helpful
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I’m glad it helped. I’ve learned so much by meeting other people with DID on WordPress. 🙂
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I’ve learned more about PTSD and felt understood more on wordpress than anywhere else. I am very grateful
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You post on seeing yourself inspired me to write one too. It’s called filters
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I’ve got it bookmarked and will read it when I return from shopping.
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The imagery you evoke with so few,,powerful words is truly amazing. It’s a gift to be certain.
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Thank you, and thank you for following my blog…:)
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My pleasure, Robert!
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We can block out the noise, but the hate somehow seeps in. So we lay in the dark in hopes that the void will consume it.
Great introspective piece. The format further accentuates the interior monologue of this poem.
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Thank y0u–it’s always good to hear what it is about a piece of writing that works…
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Brilliant! !! Love!!!
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Thank you for reading the poem and for leaving a comment.
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And I always shall!♡
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🙂
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Wonderful!
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I’m happy that you like it…:)
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Intense, Robert. Your words are powerful and haunting.
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Thank you. I appreciate the comment.
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