Poetry-Soul Murder

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

I wrote this poem several years ago when dealing with issues in my life. It simple just came out and I wrote it down.

Soul Murder

Toys, clothes of the day, they had gotten

Given few loving memories to be forgotten

Nestled in Mother’s protective womb

Silent, unaware of the strangling gloom


Encouraged to strive without a safety net

Feeling’s of failure on which you could bet

Mother’s womb becomes a web

Of conforming, the soul soon to be dead


Grasping for life, I know that I’m good

Daddy will love me if I do what I should

Out of the womb, please help from above

Cheated out of unconditional love


Physically out of the womb, they are grown

Listen too keenly you’ll hear their soul’s moan

Webbing still sticks to their hands and feet

Caresses, kind words, the womb’s occasional treat


Bestowed upon them so they stay in line

Known to some others to be quite fine

Human being’s they break webbing’s like girders

Finally escaping the womb’s soul murder



Submitted: April 07, 2012

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