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…
Murderous Seduction
deep within the haunted wood
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Tearful Eyes
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair