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Question: Help with a title please!?
my memories failed me, the lesson was lost,
i had to block the pain at all cost;
however, it was my only recource
i lost my innocence, cut off at the source!.
where danger envelops the children of doom,
i was captured and kept in a darkened room;
sunlight became like an unfinished dream,
four walls devoured my impotent screams
until grateful for torture because of the contact,
though i tried to tell myself no one could want that,
i needed to be seen and heard and touched-
this is why i cannot relinquish distrust
my beatings were delivered with slick cruel intent
and lashing by lashing my will was bent
the whip intimidated, repetition made me meek,
there can be no ambition when the future is bleak
now i am liberated!. why can't i forget!?
why have i not let go of it yet!?
because of the patterns; inherent fear
and the fact that no one cares enough for me to shed a tear
they say don't feel sorry for yourself and just move on
but they don't know what it's like to be taught that right is wrongWww@QuestionHome@Com
Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:
No, I can not give you a title for a testimony you write from your experience, not mine!. I intuit you already know what you've titled this poem in your mind, little sibyl/duende/hierophant!. But here is a sleuth's exercise : From the poem allow your impacted, first-impression eye choose those words which speak to you THE MOST IMMEDIATELY AND DIRECTLY!. Write each word on a piece of paper!. One word only to each piece of paper!. take each piece of paper on which you've written a first-impression word upon it and set these on the floor or table!. Any surface which is the most comfortable!. Then begin the process of deduction, always keeping in mind what the poem you've written has meant to/from you!. It may take a little while, or it may be immediate but you will see the title emerge ALL BY ITSELF, which RIGHTFULLY, corresponds!.
I draw this way: I place a piece of blank paper on the floor!. I allow it to absorb the lights and shadows which fall upon it!. then force them deeply into my mind!.!.!.lest they forget placement!. Then I draw the images that emerge!. One and second to my favourite was "Blue-Boy" A child, perhaps less than 6 months old, who hanged from a Hook through a rope attached around its' neck!. The poor little child was blue from death!.!.!.its' arms and legs' had been bound behind him, scorched and burned off of hands and feet!.
Its' eyes were half-closed but sightless, as I imagined he twirled slowly, (a sacrifice) hanged from a rope!.
My favourite one, I never describe anymore to any person, not even to myself, being that it is too painful!.!.!.I lent it to someone who "borrowed it" toward a psychological study while in a class at university!.!.!.but he never returned it, because as he said, he liked it too much and "possession was 9/10's of the law!.
That is why I keep reminding you to protect your work!Www@QuestionHome@Com
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