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I Cried Out for You, My Beloved - Part Four

Poetry By: Patricia McGurk Martin
Memoir



The entire time of my innocence, they incarcerated me, Hitler once said to me, "Patricia, the Stormtroopers have gone." I add the Anal Rapists and the Spankers have left only for the moment. I could not get free of the hypnosis drugged and actual jails to answer your screams that I heard for years inside my heart. I was in jails, My Beloved Fatima.

At night I lie in bed, a child I worried in terror did the worms get me? after they raped me each time and stretched me out - did the insects crawl in to kill me?


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I Cried Out for You, My Beloved by 2011 Patricia L. McGurk -- PART FOUR
The entire time of my innocence, they incarcerated me, Hitler once said to me, "Patricia, the Stormtroopers have gone." I add the Anal Rapists and the Spankers have left only for the moment. I could not get free of the hynosis drugged and actual jails to answer your screams that I heard for years inside my heart. I was in jails, My Beloved Fatima.
At night I lie in bed, a child I worried in terror did the worms get me? after they raped me each time and stretched me out - did the insects crawl in to kill me?
I had no one to ask but you, My Beloved and you were me then. I was one as the child violated every time, dying inside.
I reached for you inside the cold airy tents and Comfort Inns with huge deathly gaps. You were lying on the icy cold wet blue plastic, Staying Alive for me to find you.
I did cry out and hold you, My Fatima. You are really me - Patricia L. McGurk, the American Citizen with rights. They have all railed you, but not I - Your Beloved Pat.
They forced me to build buildings honoring their heros that I created - ridiculing me with great concepts I wrote for their now institutionalized heros to say. They have heard me object all along as a child and adult in slavery that I am not supposed to be a slave.
I have been the Unacknowledged Architect of their Contradictory Dreams - while providing an Isthmus Canal to their Hatred "Isms" while they have used distorted metaphors of mine during the "golden anvil" years as Ronald ("here comes ronnie reagan" they ridiculed me, draping chains over my feet once more) Reagan.
What kind of hoary hoax, what kind of gruesome swindle are you pulling like teeth from my moth again with pliers in the United States?
They tour concentration camps I am often in while I tour my properties and protect the structures we all have built together.
What do the death merchants know about a child's death or mine?
I was alive and You buried me. Alive! U Cried Alive! Alive again for two years straight this time, and you actually told me you were going to freeze me for years and I would have to live as a child not an adult.
A low horizontol wind will blow steadily across Utopia until I am free.
My Beloved and Me. I breathe as Me as ONE PERSON all along.





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