No escape,
Once you're in,
There is no out,
No other route,
Like being in a cell,
Never again another day of sun,
Strapped and trapped,
Trying to get up and run,
Held down,
Forced with medication,
Crammed down the throat,
Your own sedation,
You're panicking,
Wonder what's happening,
You lose feeling,
And soon emotion is what you're lacking,
They throw you back,
In the same room,
You know it's night,
Pining to at least see the moon,
What's outside this prison?
This hell?
What's going to become of me,
No one will say or tell,
You hide under your bed,
Hoping it won't happen again,
Soon you're passed out,
Dreaming the nightmare of age ten,
Years upon years,
This is a normal routine,
It's what life is,
You die if you don't know the meaning,
Whips, leather, chains,
Daggers and knives,
The pleasure it brings the torturer,
Taking many lives,
On and on,
He knows it'll never end,
Willing himself to hope someone is out there,
With a helpful hand to lend....
This poem is based on my book, One Month. Basically sums up what Devlyn thinks about life.
YOU ARE READING
Was It A Lie?
Novela JuvenilBeneath the stars, is you. Tiny compared to that. But you're happy. At least, you look like it. Easy to fool yourself. You're enjoying this moment though, because everyone is kind, gentle and sweet to you, and you know in reality, that they actually...
