Shackles binding
with thorns and jagged edges
ripping into the flesh.
Yet, so soothing.
A relief from the agony.
From their torture, their stares, their demands.
Imprison what is left of me.
Lock me away...
Away from them.
Author notes
Inspired by picture 10.
A contest entry
- Be inspired by one of these 11 pics by GypsyEyes.
525 points, ended December 28, 2007, 17 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow great out take on the picture! this was great! it had a lot of imagery in it! good job! thank you for entering my contest and merry christmas!
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