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
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
The Devil’s Whisper
caused my life to vanish
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
You Blinded Me
and caressed my ache to be loved
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
Tearful Eyes
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired