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
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Mental Fortress
the radiance of my spirit dimmed.
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
You Blinded Me
from your diseased spirit
Rescued Me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
When No One Saw and No One Heard
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Tearful Eyes
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy