How much will you take from me
I scream forgive me
How much will you take from me
My body withers away like fall leaves
I pray for strength every day
But I feel myself crumbling away
I just need a break
Why must you continue to test my faith
Is this my fate
Was I born to be a sample
My blood meant to be an example
When you let the devil trample
How much will you take from me
I swear I have nothing
Till I lose another thing
Why did you do this to me
Did you not care about my dreams
There was so much I wanted to be
How much will you take from me
You made me watch my mother bleed
You made me watch my brother grieve
You made me watch my father leave
You made me watch my sister's scream
You made me cut my heartstrings
All I ever did was love and you turned it against me
You made it my biggest enemy
You gave me memories I don't want to believe
How much will you take from me
My body shakes
My eyes bulge and dilate
Pupils vibrate
Too frightened to blink
My heart races
It wants to run
Because I cannot think
I can only be
Experiencing
All the static in my mind
It's all traumatic
It makes my body frantic
My heart wants to cry
But my jaw is clenched
And my teeth grind
There is no relief
I must bleed
Pour my sickness onto these sheets
As I see the devil smiling and waiting for me
How much will you take from me
Till I take it all from myself
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Hey there, CotardDelusionz. First off, I love your avatar! I hope you're hungry because I'll serve my scrum-diddly-umptious Oreo review. 😋 Here it goes...
Starting with the first cookie or what I love about this: This work has intense and raw emotions. I'm unsure if this is a personal experience or reflecting on someone else's, but overall, it is relatable and evokes a litany of feelings. There is vivid imagery that establishes the despair and suffering.
Specifically, I love this line:
Also, there is a lot of repetition that helps emphasize the pain and meaning of this work. The lines of and help establish the feeling of being overwhelmed and helpless. There is an excellent tone set here through the repetition, descriptions, and language choices.
Now, let's look into what can be improved or the "cream." Depending upon the reader, you may find that this may benefit from consistent structure and rhythm. There is no clear, consistent pattern regarding line length, meter, and structure. This may enhance the flow and impact to some. I usually prefer rhyme and rhythm in poetry, but ultimately, I know this is a personal choice. It is perfectly acceptable for no consistency in structure, and the poem does not suffer from it. I think mostly this is the case here. Honestly, though, I think that is a bit nit-picky and solely lies on preferences.
Lastly, let's look at what I take from this for the last cookie. I take away that the writer here has had a great deal of pain. This pain feels like trauma of some kind: abuse, a traumatic event, addiction, bullying, an accident, or loss of something or someone, either metaphorically or literally. Overall, it is profound. I relate to it. You mention, "My jaw is clenched." Upon reading this, my jaw was left wide open. Bravo! Wishing you well wherever you are in the world, »»——⍟a⍟——««
I'm writing this review as I read the passage.
Right after get go it feels like I'm reading a poem about addiction. And then it wanders into a battle with trauma maybe abusive parents. As I read on then I get the hint of an abusive partner isolating the protagonist.
Then the passages turned to a battle of the mind battling oneself fighting with your inner demons fighting with your memories. But not being able to trust one's own memories
If this poem is written on true events it is not weakness to seek professional help or ask for help. Fight on warrior
Oh wow…..