Unending, Untouched, Unnoticed

As the walls close in I begin to wonder
Should I panic as I'm pulled under?

My heart holds no fear of drowning
Life made simple would keep me frowning.

1,095 days is my guess
only thing left is my standing, as a test.

Every minute I die a bit more
as you beat me, addressing me as a w***e.

Weakness allowed me something-
the strength I drew equaled nothing.

Silence equals freedom;
freedom allows you to see what you've done.

I'm a blended shadow to the world
no longer; but the past pain made me hurl.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Everett DeValle]

Very poignant...I love how you are finding your voice, and it shows in this poem. Lovely read.