My tongue is tied
In the back of my throat
I know I should fight
But I really don't know
The violence my mind
Is giving my heart
An aching deep pain
That forever will scar
I feel so alone
So lost and forgotten
I can't see a mirror
My skin it feels rotten
My eyes shone so bright
With life and remembrance
Of memories wild
And friends and defiance
A beast once so feral
Now tame and all broken
Taken away
Like a pet or a token
I know I should fight
Fight the hands that are reaching
To dirty my fur
And strip me of teachings
What my parents once told me
Of kindness and grace
Is all that is left
In this dirty old cage
I would once have stood up
I'd bite and I'd claw
But now it feels useless
Instead I'm in awe
I now lay waiting
For silence to kill
But silence it never
Had such a skill.
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Start to finish - A collection of poetry
PoetryThis is an ongoing collection of my poetry. These poems are from my own head and I'd like any use of them outside of my own to be properly credited. Please enjoy.
