Wicked

Wickedly handle my voice, softly take me from my choice.
Tainted are my ways, sure enough to have seen better days.
Chaotic for my freedom, yet forever tucked away, saved for another day.
Watch me fight my chains, bleeding from the strains.
Wilting, seething. Doing nothing more than breathing.
Torn in two, pieced together. Delicate, like a abandoned feather.
Oh yes, I am the wicked love of my past, forever forced to last.

Reviews

[Arsh]

Lol! Your crazy awesome as hell!

[Darkest Rose]

I love this Poem! The structure is amazing and your choice of words were even better.Amazing write :)

[Paul Devlin]

This poem has a gritty feel. I love the way you structured it and the careful choice of words.

[deeps]

I can feel the powerful struggle in this write.
Written so well.

[K.C. Zbryk]

This almost has a songlike feel to it but the rythm and flow are pristine. I can relate to this in so many ways, but the line that i loved the most was the final. In some ways we are all just a reflection of our past and how we coped with it.