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…
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Bound in Darkness
blood spilled over the descending sun
Mental Fortress
the radiance of my spirit dimmed.
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
Mental Agony
my body stood naked and exposed
When Blood Calls to the Moon
I strutted in the presence of Death
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
When No One Saw and No One Heard
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt