The Taking


  • Ness
  • is enjoying the nice Sunday evening...

The Taking

There were signs that This was coming. . .
Everyone was quiet when they came close by. ..
But THEIR EYES, their eyes, They did accuse me.

My movement was restricted unnecesserarily.
My wardrobe was monitored closely.
All the words I said were studied carefully.
I was not free.
I did not feel Free.

I knew the end was near, when they brought in a distraction...
an Aunt I had grieved for, one I had not spoken with in some time...
She came to me and acted as though she had always meant to come to me.

She was there to take me away,
For I would go with her,
I had no reason not to trust her,
But I had many reasons NOT to trust the Others.

The Others carefully orchestrated this plan,
and now they had succeeded.

For I longed for contact with this Aunt,
and now she presented herself to me.

The decision was easy,
She was grateful,
I felt betrayed,
I knew I had been had,
But it was the right choice.

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Sx9 commented on The Taking


serious business and I love your vibes,,intense and bold,yes you have my eyes,,write on sis,,

SILKYTWEED commented on The Taking


Interesting Write, I thoroughly enjoyed your piece, but must admit to being confused, is this a poem about death or some kindof trickery or deceit being played out by a group on one individual....Thanks for sharing!

Dreamer123 commented on The Taking


It seems like a real story but in poetry. I like this one because it's kind of like your confused.



Thanks, Dreamer 123, that is exactly what I was going for.

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Ness’s Poems (5)

Title Comments
Title Comments
The Taking 3
Weeping Willow 3
Life 5
Not now, Please, NOT EVER 4
Today IS THE Day 4