The throbbing pulse of the silence
Immune to the enclave of walls of stone
In this captivity, but one soul exists
And calls this asylum her home
One lives and soundlessly breathes here
Alone, with no creature around
But she can hear the noises of her demons
How achingly and relentlessly they pound
Enslaved to the words and reckless abuse
Each day she surrenders her shattering life
To the bloodthirsty demons around her
Enhancing and craving her strife
This embodiment of desolation
Recaptures her each day with its arms
Like a thief who thinks he owns her
After the Others produce her harm
She's trapped here in this place
Yearning each day for deliverance
Holding onto what little hope remains
That just One will not show indifference
If she continues listening
To the demons in her head
Soon, she may surrender to them
And lie, in her entrapment, dead.
Silently and slowly, the walls around her thicken
A way of extrication seems unattainable
But just outside of her concrete prison
Enters a way of making her sustainable
Her barrier is slowly dissipating
As one attempts to break her walls
Telling her of a Savior above
A way of rescue from her fall
Instead of plunging further into darkness
Surrendering to her own captivity
She ascends through the help of a Savior
And finally sees His light – and she is free
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eclipsing reality
Poesíaa diverse glimpse into my mind. from love, to disorders, to stars, my mind spews unending words that sometimes fashion themselves into something coherent. poetry takes me away from here, eclipsing reality for just a moment. [ first 20ish are from...
