the curtains are drawn closed,
the doors are shut tightly and locked,
dim the lights as well, i guess,
and keep this gun cocked.
feverish breathing and a racing heartbeat,
perhaps he's nervous?
but how so, when he is the one who enslaves me,
right in my own mind.
vision is fading,
eyes are closing,
and a terrible itch in my eye;
i call it sleep.
i can hear the agony and sorrow weep into the sobbing mans voice,
but how dare he?
when he struck a chord of fear in my own?
i want to punch the mirror for making me feel such things.
shatter it to the ground.
and i may bleed, but at least on my own accord.
and she will enter the room, kissing my bruised fists.
- dim the lights
YOU ARE READING
growing wings | Completed
Poetry❝my freedom was at the cost of my sanity❞ how far would you go to earn your freedom, if it meant stripping away your happiness and losing your mind. freedom does not mean liberat...
