They held me at gunpoint, their whispers caressing my ears
'do not scream'
They probed at my weaknesses
and hid in the shadows of my mother
They held me captive, and shackled me to limits
'you're in danger'
They made me feel weak from nothing
Nothing was watered and soon enough
fear blossomed
They watched me always, even when my eyes were tightly shut
'you'll never be free'
They invaded all of me, there was not one part of me they didn't intrude
'we will tell them everything'
they trampled over my secrets and vulnerabilities
they cackled like a pack of hyenas,
at even the mention of ambitions and dreams
'we are much bigger than you'
They held me at gunpoint, and their whispers raised the hairs on my skin
'do not scream'
and they had won,
because I wouldn't scream,
besides no one would hear me the middle of this dry field alone.
My thoughts always took me to places which were difficult to escape.
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An organised mess
PoetryA poetry collection with random poetry I have written overtime, and thought i'd share. I aim to add a new poem into this collection every day, could be the occasional off day :-) hope you enjoy! **thoughts day to day, put pen to paper and let the...
