Sadness is dominant
Like the ice in my heart
Frozen solid, for I am torn
As salty tears fall
Tearing me from this world
I am trapped, unable to break free
Like a bird in a cage
I cannot spread myself
Hunched in the darkness
Cowering away
But not in fear, in sadness
I am trapped, unable to break free
This is my life
This bleak desolate place
Where nightmares come daily
Blocking their voices
The harsh cruel words
I am trapped, unable to break free
The howling wind tells my tale
Tells of my cold demise
Solitary and alone
Sticks and stones break my bones, but names can never hurt me
How wrong a saying
For I am trapped, unable to break free
Trapped
Alone
Desolate
Bleak
Hate
Not love
Hate
This is my life, not yours, this is mine. Be grateful that you are not like me. Not my past, my present. Will it become my future?
YOU ARE READING
My poems
PoetryThese are poems I write whenever I am feeling emotional or bored. Hope you like it :-)
