I exist,
inside your harsh fortress;
the sun never shines on my face.
I am kept,
both chaste and majestic;
I’m a figure to be ridiculed.
I wonder,
will I escape from here;
to be rescued from this icy place.
Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…
Abnormality Agony
the secret code of my mental illness
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
You Blinded Me
and caressed my ache to be loved
The Devil’s Whisper
caused my life to vanish
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool