Alone....
and chained.
A broken soul
that's in constant pain.
Noises coming
from others also in cages.
Hoping...
wishing someone could break away these chains.
Their voices sounding so lifelike.
But when I take time to listen.
They are nothing but bribes.
Coming from the demons deep down within.
It's getting so hard to not become insane.
'Cause it's been so long
since this pile of mush was my so-called brain.
Ever since I have been considered "gone".
The voices keep getting louder.
The mere whispers now turned into screeching.
Not caring what was coming out.
Especially the things that have been brought upon me.
I know that one of the voices is named Death.
His voice is like silk when he talks about everlasting peace.
And right before I take my final breath,
I wished there was some other way to leave.
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A Girl and Her Poems
PoetryJust some poems I wrote during different times in my life. Feel free to let me know what you think.
