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…
Mental Fortress
the radiance of my spirit dimmed.
Abnormality Agony
the secret code of my mental illness
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
When No One Saw and No One Heard
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
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