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Poem: 'A Violation' - by Charlotte Bennett


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Chest tightens, stomach turns

Screams unheard, face burns

Pleas ignored, held down tight

Try to plead, try to fight

 

Blows are caught, counteracted

Laid out flat, strength is hampered

Too many, six on one

Not a chance of getting gone

 

A kind voice, gentle words

No better, only worse

Reassurance at it’s best

Won’t resolve this awful mess

 

A needle here, ends the pain

As it enters through the vein

Vision blurs, breathing slows

Strength disperses, exhaustion grows

 

An overwhelming sense of calm

The sweat drips from my clammy palm

Everything grows dark and cold

The dreams I dare to dream are bold

 

But to awake and then to find

The needle wasn’t oh so kind

The pain is there, the memory

I didn’t die, but I’ll not be free.

 

 

Yes, my full name is Charlotte Bennett!

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Thanks Mantaspook

 

The whole lots is a bit unclear really, as the narrator is unclear of what goes on throughout the lot.

 

I'll take a look at the last stanza though, to me who knows what I'm trying to say, it's awkward! :lol:

 

Thanks for the feedback

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Can't edit it for some reason...

 

Last stanza changed to:

 

But to awake and then to find

The needle wasn’t oh so kind

The pain still there, the memory

From that I know I’ll not be free.

 

Conveys the feeling better I think... what do you think?

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Hey that’s a lot better Lotti, the reason for the (attack?) (medical procedure?) is still nebulous but I think that’s the intention of the poem, the original last stanza was a bit puzzling and raised the unresolved question “Why’d they want to die?”

 

The new stanza flows better and doesn’t raise that question, however the title “A violation” implies some sort of attack? Vague but interesting…..

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Thanks guys :)

 

It won't save my edit on the original poem :mad:

 

Mantaspook - yes, the idea is to be vague as the memory is vague. The last stanza wasn't so much to do with wanting to die, it was a relief that they hadn't died but then realisation that they wouldn't be free from the memory (if you get my gist?)

 

But yes, I prefer it as it is now, just wish I could alter the original text!!

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Thanks guys :)

 

It won't save my edit on the original poem :mad:

 

Mantaspook - yes, the idea is to be vague as the memory is vague. The last stanza wasn't so much to do with wanting to die, it was a relief that they hadn't died but then realisation that they wouldn't be free from the memory (if you get my gist?)

 

But yes, I prefer it as it is now, just wish I could alter the original text!!

 

I could edit it for you Lotti, but to do so would make Mantaspook's critique, and your responses to it somewhat difficult to understand to other readers.

 

May I suggest to you that the thread works better as it stands at present. :)

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Hi Lotti,

 

It must be me

But my mind rhymes,

”Memory” with “emery.”

But if you knock it down a line

It suddenly turns to MEM-O-REE

It makes the poem flow better

And then it rhymes with “free”

 

See below:

 

But to awake and then to find

The needle wasn’t oh so kind

The pain still there,

the memory, <----comma adds pause in right place

From that I know

I’ll not be free.

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