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…
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Abnormality Agony
the secret code of my mental illness
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
The Devil’s Whisper
caused my life to vanish
Mental Agony
my body stood naked and exposed
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair
