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Sorta prision
This just might be prison.
White walls instead of bars.
The sun rejects to shine its light
instead it turns, burns and scars. This might be a nightmare
where I can't awake myself,
a dream where alone is home
but also makes it hell.
These are not my friends
these are demons in their clothes.
They are scarred-up bruised and colored wrong
And act like it don't show.
Their hands are bones with razors and they are cutting at their Flesh. Their eyes are empty sockets
that leak an oil down their chest.
They have no emotions
they just stare and grin,
I pretend that I dont see the rust
and ignore the ugly sin.
My room was once a safe place
Instead this old empty cage
It's cold dark and broken
like my heart has got with age.
There was a boy who loved me
And I loved him so much back
He's the one that held me tight
And put my smile back.
But the dark man went and stole me
Cuz he thinks he's so in love
Putting bars on all the windows
Now I can't see the sun.
I guess I'd rather it this way
Than to see my love in pain
Trying to grasp at every dream
I can't ever let them fade.
I've been a slave before
tortured and miskept
But to him no harm will ever come
I'll be sure to my last breath.
I have a feeling God still sees me
There's times the room gets bright
I can't help but smile,
'cuz it's the middle of the night
Yes I had a family I've even had a dog
There's so much in life we don't see
Till its long and gone
I can hear his breathing, the next room so close by
It's race we have another, but soon the beast will die.
seems to me
Whenever, I read a poem. I do not read between the lines, or make inference, out of what I have read.
I just like it or I do not. I like this poem alot.
I tend lately, to write poems that are more difficult to interpret than others I use language that is heightened and abstract. I see that in your work here.
All of the use of metaphors, and the context, reflect your point of view.
Great start!
Welcome.
Keep writing
Peace
Dylan
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot