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
Mental Fortress
the radiance of my spirit dimmed.
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Mental Agony
my body stood naked and exposed
Murderous Seduction
deep within the haunted wood
He Whispered Love
in a moment of fantasy
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair
Tearful Eyes
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled