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
Mental Fortress
the radiance of my spirit dimmed.
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Murderous Seduction
deep within the haunted wood
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Blood Burning
queens snorted and screamed
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled