The swirling whirl pool dragging you down,
Deeper than the door to hell.
Trapped up tighter than Tartarus,
The illusion of freedom only that an illusion.
The only way out is death,
Yet you have no choice in whether you enter or not,
Cruel to some kind to others.
The treatment shown on ones face, sometimes a deception sometimes a truth.
Those favoured are envied,
Those hated are ignored.
The silent suffering all they have to endure the constant battle given to them.
Needing a release and a hope of some control,
A small slice here a larger there,
Taking the ultimate plunge to be in the world of Morta.
The truth a forbidden word,
Speak it at the risk of being shunned, ignored, beaten down.
No one believes a thing, only one knows the truth.
And that dies with them.
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Life's Poems
PoetryA series of poems written based on real life experiences and events drawn from the life of a girl who was physically and mentally abused throughout the whole of her childhood. Focusing on the way she views the world and how she has adapted to cope w...
