Need To Survive

Cherry

By skinner_jennifer

Sun, 10 Feb 2019
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16 comments
 

Beneath the

Glitz

And glam

Is a world

Where poverty

And crime

Walk hand

In hand,

 

Where

Forced

Copulation

Screams out

In the

Night...

But nobody

Comes,

 

Beware entering

These infested

Waters,

Where sharks

Will eat

You up

And spit

You out,

 

Destitution

Grows,

Clinging like

Lichen to

Shipwrecks

Hiding in

Deepest

Depths,

 

Those

Yawning

Entrances

Entice

Another

Face

With

False hope...

 

Yet! There's

Crying of a

Newborn

Chained to

This existence,

Needing to

Survive

Another day,

 

Child's binds

Pulling her

Further down

Into the abyss,

Veiled

So deep

A mystery is

Created,

 

Drifting from

One rage to

The next,

Grief

Making this

Girl stronger,

Needing to

Survive.

 

 

 

This piece was inspired by Celticman's latest story.

Certificate 18
Poem
Poems
Crime
Other Fiction

Comments

Submitted by Jane Hyphen on

Really poignant Jennifer. I like the arrangement, the way you've stretched the verse down as if stretching the reader down to the depths of society. I sometimes wonder how anyone can be truly happy when there's always horrible things happening, every second of every day. I suppose we have to focus on the positive and the drive to live like the newborn in your poem.

 

Submitted by celticman on

poingnanbt Jenny. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jane,

you got it in one with your comment, that's exactly what I was trying to say. I think you have to reach rock bottom to appreciate the other side of life.

I remember back in the early 80s when I was in a bedsit and trying to cope with being threatened every day by the family I was living with, it was so scary, yet luckily for me I managed to get out of the situation thanks to one man and my doctor.

But if you're born into poverty it's something different altogether because you've never known anything else which is so sad and can only lead to being drawn into worse situations.

I think Celticman has been so brave tackling his story, showing the seedier side of life, not a subject many people like to think of and yet it does sadly exist.

Many thanks for reading and letting me know your thoughts.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Jack,

I hope you didn't mind me writing this poem, it's just poor Angel has been on my mind. You tackle her situation so well and I just needed to get out how I was feeling.

Any way thank you for reading and yes it is very poingnant.

Thanks again.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Appreciate the cherries Editors, 

thank you.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

To start with, I thought it was like long serrated knife, but then having survive as the last word, seemed like a rope pulling up a life. You tell a story so few words.  "drifting from one rage to the next" is very powerful

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for your words of wisdom Di. You always manage to give poetry a reason to be written and that's a real gift.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Your sparse concise description is so telling and clear, skilfully written.

Oh, for something better than grief and rage giving some sort of survival. For a real outstretched hand with genuine care offered and taken up. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by celticman on

don't mind at all Jenny, honoured. 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Rhiannon,

you're right about needing an outstretched caring hand, hopefully catching those poor souls before it's too late. It's so sad that there's a seedy side of life we cannot imagine, that drags down the innocent.

I'm very grateful for your words. To know the poem was concise means a lot and thank you so much for reading and letting me know.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks Jack, I'm pleased you thought so.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks Jack, I'm pleased you thought so.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Nolan on

Hi Jennifer! I know it's probably inappropriate but I thought of Johnny Cash, I fell into a burning ring of fire.

I hope that you are well and recovering from the injury.

& Stay well!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thanks Nolan,

you know I never thought of that, but since you mention it, I like it when readers can put their own interpretation to a piece of writing. Thank you for reading this poem and sharing your thoughts.

By the way it's kind of you to ask about my hip. It still twinges, but as long as I take slow steps it's not too bad. I'm no good around people rushing me though, tend to have to stop and find my footing. Just waiting now for results of x ray, still not heard anything yet.

Thank you again Nolan.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Dear Jenny,
I can concur with all the favourable comments you have received. Thouroughly merited, as were the cherries awarded for this poem. Your writing is always exciting. Well done.

Keep well.
Luigi xx

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Luigi,

thank you so much for reading this poem and for your kind comment. Sorry I've taken so long to reply, so much of life keeps getting in the way of coming on abc tales at the moment.

Hopefully It won't be long before I can start reading and writing again.

Any way again thank you.

Jenny. xx