The Cold Chain

His eyes searched;
they explored the dim room,
scanning shadows for something to ease pain.

His gaze found
a blade upon the shelf;
it gleamed silver in the muted air.

His heart lurched;
it fluttered at the grim thought,
imagining release from the cold chain.

Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…

Mental Fortress

the radiance of my spirit dimmed.

I Exist

to be rescued from this icy place

Abnormality Agony

the secret code of my mental illness

Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…

Beasts of Terror

they rushed across the land

Beaten and Broken

wrapped me in snug warm wool

Tearful Eyes

dulled my mind and left my soul despaired