- Non-Erotic Poetry
- On How to Break a Heart
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First, Parents,
You must divorce
This is necessary
To create the original crack
It must be preceded
By fights
Of intensity guaranteed
To echo across years
Morphing the loving faces of
Mother and father
Into demons bent on destruction
Then you must assault the child repeatedly
Physically and emotionally
Rape its environment of all safety
And logic
Eradicate self-esteem
With repeated use of the child
As leverage against the former spouse
Pepper this hell with moments,
Varying in length,
Intensely pleasurable
May I suggest Disney World?
Once the child begins to develop
Secondary sex characteristics
Decrease all show of affection
Be sure to pry the child's arms
From around your body
Push them away
With disgust and embarrassment
At the age of reason
Treat them as if they have none
Do not listen
Despite however fascinated you might be
With the destruction you have wrought
Beware
Their puling mouths and wide eyes
To complete your work
You must soldier on
Leave the child to itself
Encourage sharp objects and overeating
With these tools
The child will follow your example
And hate itself as you have hated it
Arrange, with whomever,
To have the child sexually assaulted
Be very certain the child knows
The author of its misery is you
Then deny all culpability and knowledge
This will create an enigma of conflict
From which the child's mind cannot recover
Then return your well-used
And thoroughly damaged child to your former spouse
Giving it absolutely no life skills
Teeming with shame and wretchedness
With no help from you
The child will complete the pattern
Proficiently displaying the talents learned
To make a hell of what should be a haven
Your spouse will unknowingly
Contribute to its distress
By disciplining acts seen as disruptive
But in reality are the products of years
Spent under your tutelage
Under this duress
The child will most certainly
Alienate itself from all forms of possible help
Cycling into its final decay
Where all the abuses and contradictions fester
Cracking the delicate bridges of the soul
Leading to the broken heart that haunts the rest of its days
And all the days of those who touch that heart
So you can sit in the sunset of your days and
Smile at your creation
- COMMENTS
Anonymousabout 16 years agoit was a darn good piece, in its way. I don't think anyone really meant offense as such; obviously this is a tough issue and everyone processes it uniquely. That a reader has been deeply shaken, or has processed his or her own abuse differently and comes across as upset doesn't necessarily imply that there is disapproval, as such.
It's a volatile issue, obviously invoking strong responses. I suspect mutual compassion will be a lot more productive than anger in the long run. We're all in this together, yes?
I myself have written things whose topic was distracting enough that the subject became the issue of critique rather than the writing itself. It happens with powerful subjects.
peace.
chocolateandrosesabout 16 years agoAuthorThis is not a social commentary on anyone but my own parents. It is seen through my eyes. I am twisting the knife of their guilt a little deeper. If you can see some of your life in this - that's nice; but I write for myself. But the thing that's cool, even about your snide comments, is that as much as you hated it, I affected you. I changed you enough to take the time to comment. Job done.
Anonymousabout 16 years agoSucceding in producing a failed effort in dark humor on cruelty and abuse towards children - hardly an event to celebrate.
UnderYourSpellabout 16 years agoDo you write this from knowledge or from what you assume? That every child that had a crass childhood grows up terminally scarred unable to be a real person and perpetrating the same evils learnt? We are survivors even though your poem has made me shake I will go on surviving I am stronger than whatever you perceive me and others like me to be
LeBrozabout 16 years agoThis poem has been selected for listing in Wednesday's New Poems Review.<br>
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