This futile existence- leathery, unyielding,
woven entangled barbed wire bondage,
swallowed up my voice of protest,
taken my strength, left me paralysed.
Heart burning, stomach twisted,
only my eyes betray more,
the submerged drowning soul,
beneath the surface mirror,
pleading for lenience.
Hi Sian, This poem really struck me. I feel it is a lot more in touch with your true feelings than perhaps Hot Chocolate. I really like it, and I know one or two people that this poem would strike a nerve with. Strike a nerve, there's a thought, always remember, YOU, are in control. But I really wonder, what would happen if you really did lose control. hmmmm! Nice one.
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<Deleted User> (5646)
Wed 11th Feb 2009 20:58
Hi Sian,
there's a lot of inner strength showing through in this poem. It strikes a nerve within me too.
Love Janet.x