She looks around,
not sure of where she is.
Feeling frozen,
watching others live.
Is the world moving without me?
Am i really here?
I feel so alone,
does anybody care?
She tries to hide,
the life she's lived.
Running from her past,
she can't forgive.
She wants to be heard,
But is unsure of what to say.
She opens her mouth,
But nothing comes out.
Her child within,
screams and cries.
Banging on the door,
she's trapped inside.
She lifts her arms,
bound by shackles and chains.
She's forever a prisoner,
of their sick games.
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Author:
BlueiBlondie (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2016 22:54
- Comment from author about the poem: This is about my experiences in life and abuse that I endured as a child.
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Comments1
This is a really great write. I can relate to this.."running from her past she can't forgive". You did a beautiful job!
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