My heart was cold.
It wasn't there, it left the planet.
I felt violated.
But this time felt different.
He did it in plain sight. Not behind closed doors.
He did for the world to see,
He had control of me and I couldn't get away from it,
He had me tied like a puppet.
The string were so tight to untie,
and too thick to cut
My hands gripped them tightly,
With the fear of letting go,
The fear of consquence
They were trying to breathe. My hands were me,
and my brain was him.
Telling them what to do.
They have no control of there own. They just listen to the master.
YOU ARE READING
Innocence Ends.
PoetryThis is my Poetry... I never ever write poetry that relates to me as a human being. I like to come up with bold and different character. Hope you enjoy. My work is very deep and metaphoric. I wonder if you can find the hidden messages, or even the...
