Collected Poems

by Melissa Cohn



Slender beams of sunlight enter this darkened prison as I kneel,
Always silent, Always a slave, frozen here, waiting.
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass
loom as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
penetrating my exposed flesh.
Tears on my face, I raise my head
Now “submitting” to this callous fate.

I Hate You

What have you done to me?
A shadow of sickness permeates my mind,
as memories creep upon me.
Once you raped me mercilessly, innocent and virginal I was.
My heart died a painful fever.
Blood and tears spilled from my eyes and veins.
Death follows with love condemned,
in a torrent of vengeance.


I am melting in a sea of fire
with tears running down my face,
submitting to the callousness of dire
waiting for the time to erase
his fatalistic desire,
that leaves every trace.

And in that moment that I am free
I find his eyes full of mirth
As I wonder, WHY ME?
I just want to cleanse my soul and wash away the dirt.