My Emotions are locked away,
In a prison called My Mind.
Panic watches over them,
Hope no longer there.
Sadness weeps silent tears,
as Anger tries to break free.
No One notices as Freedom leaves,
or as Doubt begins to speak.
Does anyone see that Love is held by both Regret and Grief?
Or are we still watching as Trust gets beat?
No One hears as Honesty says her last goodbyes,
only Woe's pitiful cries.
Does anyone see past the cracked prison walls?
Are my Emorions ever heard at all?
YOU ARE READING
Dear No One
PoetryI wrote this series of poems in some of the darkest states I've ever been in. I hope my suffering comes through my writing in a way that can be understood by many. Please enjoy!
