buttclencher
06-10-2004, 02:18 AM
<P><IMG src="http://www.scrabblemedia.com/images/surfunion/sadistic/thumbone.jpg" border="0"><BR><strong><A href="http://www.scrabblemedia.com/images/surfunion/sadistic/sadistic_displeasure1.jpg" target="_blank">click for larger version</A><BR></A><BR><SPAN style="COLOR: darkred"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"><FONT size=1>What does one do <BR></FONT></SPAN></SPAN></strong><SPAN style="COLOR: darkred"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; LINE-HEIGHT: 100%"><FONT size=1><strong>When a touch that had hitherto been healing <BR>Suddenly begins to hurt?to harm <BR>What does one do <BR>When an embrace that was known to be so loving <BR>Ceases any longer to be warm <BR><BR>What does one do when the very person <BR>Closest to one?s heart <BR>Begins to play with her life <BR>Tearing her future apart <BR><BR>What does one do when all that trust <BR>All that faith goes unacknowledged? <BR><BR>Hurt, withdrawn, distrustful <BR>Never to trust again <BR>She grew up, living in her shell <BR>Never once sharing her pain <BR><BR>Deep within her, mortified, <BR>The pain remained unknown <BR>And with every passing day of her life <BR>She continued to mourn <BR><BR>The loss of a steady loving figure <BR>And the games that had been played with her <BR>The misery and loneliness that had been with her <BR>For as long as she could remember. <BR><BR>All her life she continued <BR>To carry the burden of blame <BR>What noone else knew was that <BR>She was engulfed with guilt and shame. <BR><BR>Till today she lives <BR>A cold, distant life alone <BR>And sometimes?just sometimes? <BR>Wonders if her heart has turned to stone? <BR><BR>- Ramya V (Student - MA Phsychology)</strong></FONT></SPAN></SPAN></P><edited><editID>buttclencher</editID><editDate>38265.659537037</editDate></edited>