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…
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
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…
Rescued Me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
You Blinded Me
and caressed my ache to be loved
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy