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…
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Rescued Me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
In His Embrace, I Slowly Died
where your love left me exiled
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy