Hiding within the Abyss of her soul,
Lie dark secrets she doesn’t know exist,
Only something has caused her brokenness.
Memories replay throughout sleepless nights,
Phrases not identified send her back,
There is time which longs to imprison her.
Words, pulled apart and dissected within,
The clues that torment an obsessive mind,
Speak distinctive syllables to closed ears.
The struggle, the battle, the endless war,
Create a hostage who cannot be freed,
Enemies not known become everyone.
Turmoil amongst fields of peace do not exist,
There is no peace, there is no comfort here,
Only a constant watch for unknown faces.
Who lurks behind the fear encasing her?
Who created this shattered mind has flown,
He hides behind secretive cowardice.
Shall she ever be free to live again?
Shall she ever know who played this sick game?
Shall she ever sleep through the long nightmares?
“Time will tell, time will heal,” she has been told.
Yet, is there time enough left on the clock?
When will the bell toll to end her torture?
Staring, vacant, out dirty window panes,
Seeking the face of death to welcome her,
She silently wipes away her last tear.
A contest entry
- Imagination by burdened.
600 points, ended April 30, 2007, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Oh this is so sad...filled with heartbreak and almost a numbness. I always enjoy your writes. Thank you for sharing a piece of you.

