Abandoned Bones

My skin is blue and icy cold. 

You have me locked away. 

I know if I try something bold

There will be Hell to pay. 

I've been in here for far too long, 

The pigments left my cheeks. 

It could be that a day has gone, 

Perhaps it has been weeks. 

Silver tears frozen on my face, 

Ashen breath creates a cloud. 

The window shows a sunny space, 

I am stuck inside this shroud. 

You've forgotten all about me, 

The dungeon's key will turn to rust. 

I will die here if you let me, 

Abandoned bones will gather dust.

Reviews

[Eliza Mae]

I very much enjoyed your poem, Amandah91! You held my attention and kept me wanting to read more. I love the stanzas - this poem flows quite nicely, right off the tongue and easy to read. Your description is lovely, imagery is wonderful! Bravo!