I Exist

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

Brave Enough

I wish I were brave enough to speak

Fierce Hunt

gave me a brief moment of rebirth