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Him

In the quiet of the night, she waits alone,
Her heart aching, longing for his tone.
Beside her lies an empty space,
A void she yearns him to embrace.

With each passing hour, she feels the sting,
Of loneliness that only love can bring.
For in his arms, she finds her solace,
Yet his affection seems a distant promise.

She longs for more than fleeting desire,
A love that burns with a lasting fire.
But time and time again, she's left to crave,
His presence, his touch, his love to save.

She dreams of moments shared in bliss,
A tender kiss, a gentle caress.
But when daylight fades and darkness falls,
She finds herself within lonely walls.

Her heart whispers secrets left unsaid,
Of dreams deferred and tears she's shed.
For she knows deep down within her soul,
That love should be more than a fleeting stroll.

She yearns for his attention, his care,
Not just when lust fills the air.
But in the quiet moments of the day,
When life's demands have faded away.

She writes him letters filled with longing,
Hoping he'll hear her silent song.
But still, she waits in silent despair,
For his love to show that he truly cares.

Yet through it all, her love remains,
A flame that burns despite the pains.
For in her heart, she knows it's true,
Her love for him will always renew.

So she waits with patience, though it's hard,
For a love that's more than just a shard.
And in her prayers, she holds on tight,
To hope that love will win the fight.

For she's a girl desperate for his affection,
Tired of being left alone in reflection.
Yearning for a love that's pure and true,
A love that lasts a lifetime through.

So to her husband, she sends this plea,
To see her heart and set her free.
For she longs for more than just his touch,
She longs for a love that means so much.

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Why create me

She screams at the heavens, her voice a plea,
In anguish and despair, on bended knee.

"Why create me," she wails, "for endless pain,
For 45 years, suffering's been my bane!"

"You know all, they say, every path I'll take,
Yet my life's a tragedy, a cruel mistake."

"Where were you," she cries, "when my father's wrath,
Tore apart our home, in a merciless path?"

"Where were you," she sobs, "when innocence was lost,
To predators lurking, at an unfathomable cost?"

"And where were you," she whispers, "when my daughter's last breath,
Left my heart shattered, in the cold grip of death?"

"I'm tired," she gasps, "my mind in disarray,
From the scars of suffering that won't fade away."

"And where will you be," she pleads, "when I face my last breath,
Will you finally answer, or embrace my death?"

"You should have taken me," she laments, "before the torment began,
Before the agony consumed me, before I ran."

But the heavens remain silent, no voice to reply,
Leaving her alone, beneath the unforgiving sky.

In the void of her despair, no solace is found,
Just the echoes of her screams, haunting all around.

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A tarnished soul

Here's a story poem about a girl's tragic descent, imbued with dark imagery:
A Broken Doll's Lament
Tiny fingers, a gap in the wood, a scene etched in fright,
A scream ripped from silence, shattering the night.
Mother, a porcelain doll, crumpled on the floor,
His rage, a monstrous storm, at her fragile core.
Mother vanished like moonlight, a teardrop's salty trace,
Leaving an emptiness echoing, a hollow, haunted space.
His eyes, once distant, flickered with a hunger obscene,
A twisted possession, where warmth had once been.
Hands that should've held comfort, turned cold and unclean,
A childhood stolen, innocence shattered, a heart unseen.
His "friends," like leering shadows, joined the wicked play,
Whispered threats and stolen touches, taking purity away.
Teenage Gloom's Embrace
Teenage years, a wasteland, beneath a weeping sky,
His relentless tirade, a storm that wouldn't die.
"Unworthy, a burden," a drumbeat in my head,
Mirrored rejection, every hopeful whisper bled.
Social circles, a mirage, shimmering just out of reach,
His grip on my spirit, a prison beyond breach.
Isolation's cold touch, a comfort I embraced,
The world a cruel reflection, his darkness interlaced.
Love's Thorns
Years bled into one another, a bleak and endless night,
Yearning for connection, a flicker of fading light.
Men became predators, shadows of his scorn,
Love, a twisted bargain, leaving me forever torn.
Seeking solace in strangers, fleeting moments of touch,
My body, a currency, loved not so much, not enough.
Daddy issues, a barbed wire fence I couldn't flee,
Anxiety's cold sweat, a constant memory.
The Unraveling
The world, a tapestry woven in shades of despair,
No hope to chase the shadows, no solace to share.
Self-hatred, a constant echo, a relentless refrain,
A suffocating darkness, a soul shackled by pain.
His cruelty's echoes, a haunting, venomous song,
No escape from the shadows, where I truly belong.
Deeper into the abyss, I plummeted unseen,
No chance of redemption, a shattered, barren scene.
The Final Curtain
The world spun, a kaleidoscope of fragmented despair,
No strength to fight the demons, no burdens left to bear.
In the silence, a decision, dark and final it seemed,
A final, desperate whisper, a secret forever dreamed.
This fractured symphony ends, the curtain falls at last,
No melody of solace, a haunting from the past.
A tarnished soul, a victim, a girl lost in the night,
Consumed by the darkness, with no chance to take flight.

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Oblivion

In the depths of her despair, she's confined,
A solitary figure, lost in her mind,
Engulfed by shadows, no end in sight,
She battles demons in the darkest night.

Her thoughts, like poison, eat away,
Condemning her to an endless fray,
Self-hate consumes her, a relentless tide,
Loneliness her only ally by her side.

Each day a struggle, a silent scream,
Her existence torn at the seam,
No respite from the agony within,
As she drowns in the void of her own sin.

She pushes away any flicker of light,
Embracing the darkness with all her might,
No escape from the tormenting blight,
A prisoner of her own self-inflicted plight.

Her dreams, once bright, now fade to black,
As despair tightens its suffocating sack,
No hope to cling to, no solace near,
Just the echo of her deepest fear.

In solitude, she finds her wretched rest,
Her fractured soul put to the test,
A puppet to her own twisted mind,
Lost in the abyss, no salvation to find.

She longs for oblivion, an end to the pain,
But the void within her continues to reign,
A barren wasteland, devoid of light,
Where her spirit withers, consumed by night.

Though she may falter, and stumble in dismay,
There's no redemption, no light of day,
For she's damned to wander in eternal strife,
Trapped in the labyrinth of her own life.

So let her suffer in silence profound,
In the depths of despair, where she's bound,
For in her world, there is no reprieve,
Just the darkness, where she's doomed to grieve.

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Comfort Zone

In shadows deep, she seeks her rest,
Where pain's embrace feels like a test.
Her heart, a fortress, cold and still,
Where echoes of her anguish fill.

The girl, once bright, now lost in night,
In comfort found in endless blight.
For though it hurts, it's all she's known,
This solace in her heart of stone.

To step into the light, so bright,
Would blind her eyes, extinguish sight.
For happiness feels out of reach,
A foreign land, a harsh speech.

She dwells in comfort in the gloom,
Where shadows reign, where fears consume.
Her dreams are tainted by the past,
The pain she clings to, holds her fast.

Yet buried deep within her chest,
A flicker of hope, a silent quest.
But still, she lingers in the shade,
Where comfort lies, where wounds are bade.

For though it hurts, it's all she's known,
This darkness that has been her own.
She finds solace in the numb,
In the silence where the shadows hum.

To leave behind her comfort zone,
To face the light, to stand alone,
It's a journey fraught with fear,
A path that's never been more clear.

Yet still, she hesitates to go,
To leave behind the life she knows.
For though it hurts, it's all she's known,
This darkness that has been her home.

But deep within, a voice cries out,
A whisper of a twisted doubt.
A call to step into the day,
To let the shadows fade away.

And though it scares her half to death,
She takes a breath, she takes a step.
Out of the darkness, into light,
She spreads her wings, begins her flight.

For happiness may be unkind,
A stranger to her tortured mind.
But in the light, she starts to see,
The emptiness of being free.

To leave behind the pain and strife,
To embrace the beauty of this life.
For though it hurts, it's not her fate,
To dwell forever in this state.

So hand in hand with twisted fate,
She walks away from shadows' gate.
And though it's hard, she starts to find,
A solace in the dark confines.

For happiness may be unknown,
But in the shadows, she finds home.
And though it hurts to live this way,
She knows that darkness will hold sway.

Out of the light, into the night,
She leaves behind the feeble fight.
And though it's painful, though it's grim,
She finds a comfort deep within.

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Demons

My entire life I've been drowning in a darkness
As a little girl I begged to be loved: Nothing  more nothing less
I kept telling myself it will be better when I am grown
But those demons stayed with me never leaving me alone
I stay exhausted from this struggle with in me
Fighting to hide all the pain, the fear,  and the anxiety
Living on self hate
Music is my only escape
Reclusive and withdrawn
It's just safer to be alone
Trying to learn to love myself
Tired of pretending to be someone else
The demons won't allow me to heal
After 42 years they have me drowning still
Sitting on my shoulder whispering in my ear
Tears roll down my face at the words I hear
I fall to my knees crying out please let go of me
I beg the demons I scream at God just let me be
They are unwilling or I'm undeserving I guess
So the demons keep me down in this darkness
Living on self hate
Music  is my only escape
Reclusive and withdrawn
It's just safer to be alone
Trying to learn to love myself
Tired of pretending to be someone else
The demons won't allow me to heal
After 42 years they have me drowning still
Hours later I'm up off the floor wiping away my tears
Staring in the mirror pushing down all the pain and fears
Hiding it all I  Put on my makeup and I walk out the door
So no one will be able to tell I was just curled up crying  on the floor
Friends and family are clueless of the war with in
They've never been on this battlefield and don't understand
Living on self hate
Music is my only escape
Reclusive and withdrawn
It's just safer to be alone
Trying to learn to love myself
Tired of pretending to be someone else
The demons won't allow me to heal
After 42 years they have me drowning still

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Bound By Desire

In the depths of desire, I surrender to you,
My body, my soul, in everything I do.
Your dominance, a flame that ignites,
In the dance of pleasure, we reach new heights.

Submissive wife, to your every command,
In the realm of passion, we both understand.
Bound by desire, in the heat of the night,
Lost in the ecstasy, of our love's sweet flight.

Your touch, a fire that consumes my soul,
In your embrace, I lose control.
Submitting to you, I find my release,
In the whispers of pleasure, my worries cease.

Submissive wife, to your every command,
In the realm of passion, we both understand.
Bound by desire, in the heat of the night,
Lost in the ecstasy, of our love's sweet flight.

In the intimacy of our embrace,
We find solace, in each other's grace.
Your dominance, a gift I cherish dear,
In your arms, there's nothing to fear.


Submissive wife, to your every command,
In the realm of passion, we both understand.
Bound by desire, in the heat of the night,
Lost in the ecstasy, of our love's sweet flight.

So take me now, and claim what's yours,
In the realm of passion, our love endures.
Submissive wife, to your dominant reign,
In our love's embrace, we'll forever remain.

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Mirror's War

In the weeping crack of dawn, a battleground unfurls,
Reflected in the mirror’s gaze, a storm behind two girls
One, a wisp of tattered light, eyes shimmering with tears
The other, a vicious shadow, barbed smile and pointed sneers
“Look at you,” the darkness rasps, a serpent’s forked tongue
“Fragile, broken, always failing, where do you even belong?”
The light whispers, soft and frail, “We’re stronger than you see,
Remember the sunrise after storms, the hope that sets us free
The darkness scoffs, a cruel laugh that chills you to the bone
“Hope? A fleeting fancy, child, meant to leave you all alone
They’ll leave, they always do, like whispers on the breeze
Then you’ll be left with nothing, drowning in your miseries
The light, a flickering candle, pleads, “Don’t listen to her lies
The warmth of love surrounds you, even in veiled disguise
See the sunrise peek, a promise whispered new,
A chance to rise from darkness, and paint the world anew
The darkness snarls, a hungry beast, “Love? A childish dream
A fleeting ember soon to fade, a mocking, cruel scheme
They’ll use you, twist you, discard you when you’re spent
Left with hollow echoes, a life forever bent.”
The light, a teardrop on the pane, replies with trembling breath
“Love’s a fragile blossom, yes, but strong enough for death
It’s in the gentle hand that holds you when you weep,
The whispered word of comfort, a promise you can keep
The darkness rolls its eyes, a venomous display,
“Comfort? A fleeting truce, until they cast you away.
They’ll see your scars, your cracks, the depths of your despair,
And run in fear, abandoning you to the monsters lurking there.
The light, a fractured moonbeam, murmurs through the strife
“We can mend the broken pieces, rebuild a stronger life.
With every tear that falls, we learn to face the fight,
And with each sunrise, hope rekindles, a beacon burning bright.”
The darkness throws its head back, a chilling, hollow peal,
“Hope? A twisted mockery, a story hearts reveal,
A sugar-coated lie to mask the bitter truth,
That you are worthless, broken, destined for endless ruth.”
The light, a fading star, whispers with its last might,
“We may be scarred, yes, but we can still take flight.
With every shaky breath, we rise above the fray,
And in the face of darkness, choose to find a way.”
The battle rages on, a tempest in the soul,
Light and dark entwined, their fates yet to unfold.
Who will claim dominion, in the mirror’s cold embrace?
Only time will tell, in this war without a face.

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LILY

In a somber house on Maple Street, where shadows creep,
Lived Lily, a child, in silence she'd weep.
With every creak of the floorboards at night,
She'd hold her breath, gripped by fright.

Mr. Johnson, her father, a looming figure of dread,
Cast a pall over the home, filling it with dread.
His anger raged like a storm, leaving scars unseen,
And Lily's heart ached with a pain so keen.

From her room, she'd hear the muffled cries,
As her parents' voices soared to the skies.
Her tiny heart heavy with a burden unknown,
In a world of darkness, she felt so alone.

Day by day, the gloom thickened its hold,
And Lily's spirit, once bright, grew cold.
No laughter, no joy, just a deepening gloom,
In the silent confines of her lonely room.

Playing with dolls, in a world of pretend,
But the echoes of anguish would never end.
She longed for a ray of hope, a glimmer of light,
But in the depths of despair, it was out of sight.

One night, as the tumult reached its peak,
Lily's voice rose, a fragile streak.
She pleaded with her father, her eyes full of fear,
But his rage consumed him, drawing near.

"Daddy, stop!" she cried, her voice a plea,
But in the darkness, there was no reprieve.
And as she watched her mother's tears fall,
Lily felt her own spirit crumble and stall.

In the morning's chill, her mother worn and gray,
Held Lily close, with nothing left to say.
No words could mend the brokenness inside,
As they faced another day, filled with strife.

With each passing moment, the darkness grew,
And Lily's hope faded, her dreams askew.
In a world devoid of light, she wandered lost,
Her innocence shattered, her spirit tossed.

But in the depths of despair, a flicker remained,
A tiny ember in a heart so pained.
For even in the darkest night, a glimmer of hope,
Could illuminate the path, help her cope.

So let this tale be a reminder, a guiding light,
That even in darkness, there's still fight.
For in the depths of despair, there's strength to be found,
And hope can rise from the darkest ground.

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Dominated

In the shadows of his presence, I stand,
A mere silhouette in his commanding hand.
His voice, a symphony of authority,
Conducting the movements of my reality.

In the tapestry of his desire, I'm woven tight,
Bound by threads of passion, dark as night.
His gaze, a tempest in my soul,
A whirlwind of dominance, I can't control.

His touch, a wildfire upon my skin,
Igniting every nerve, from deep within.
I tremble, beneath his potent sway,
Lost in the tumult of his dominant play.

His words, a spell that I'm unable to break,
Echoing through me, every move I make.
I'm his canvas, painted with submission,
Every stroke, a testament to his ambition.

In the fortress of his arms, I find my rest,
Safe and secure, within his conquest.
He is my king, and I his loyal subject,
In his dominance, I find my perfect object.

Yet, in the quiet of the night, I wonder,
Am I but a pawn, in his game of plunder?
Or do I hold the power, hidden deep inside,
To break free from the chains of my own pride?

But then his presence, like a storm, draws near,
And I'm consumed by the intoxicating fear.
For in his dominance, I find my release,
And in his embrace, I find my peace.

So let me be dominated by his love,
Bound by the chains, as stars above.
For in his dominance, I find my strength,
And in his embrace, I'll go to any length.

So I'll surrender willingly, to his command,
For in his dominance, I'll always stand.
A willing captive, to his every whim,
For in his love, my soul finds its hymn.