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…
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
The Devil’s Whisper
caused my life to vanish
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled